DUMB dog!

That bed didn't even last a week!

Luckily, we didn't buy it for him. My parents gave it to us because they got it for their dogs, but their dogs wouldn't lay on it. So, we put it in Lane's doghouse, thinking it would add some warmth for him. He has the habit of "fluffing" his bed before he lays down on it. He just doesn't know when to quit, and this is the result. He either dragged or pushed it out of the doghouse yesterday, and now just look at him, lying there in the cold, trying to get comfortable. I think my Grandpa Wallace's old saying applies here: "I ought to trade you for a mule and shoot the mule!"