I am sad to report that instead of each of my dogs having a nice, new, fluffy, fleecy bed to lay in – they now have to share.
Russel is kenneled while I am at work. He’s still just a baby (10 months) and he IS a Jack Russell Terrior, and he just gets into to much shit when I leave him loose! If he were a human baby, he’d be one of the ones who licks their finger and sticks it in the electrical socket – JUST BECAUSE THEY CAN. Yeah, he’s that bad.
When I got home today, the blanket and bed that I left in the kitchen for Karn were pulled through Russel’s kennel bars and the bed was torn open in such a way that it mimicked autopsy footage. The bed was ripped open in the middle, and the fluffy, fleecy guts were strewn about the floor of his kennel. And then on top of it all, if that weren’t ENOUGH of an insult to the Taiwanese makers of the plaid doggie bed, he then PEED on some of the fluff as well.
Thankfully, my furniture proves to be a sufficient substitution for them to lay on since they would have no choice but to Rock, Paper, Scissors for the remaining
waste of money doggie bed, and without fingers, there can be no scissors…