Feel free to sleep in my bed. The bed the Tall Dogs bought just for me, where I’ve slept since I was a puppy. Whose foam cushioning has molded to the exact contours of my body and retained my unique scent to comfort and reassure me. Where I often soar in nightly reverie, through bacon-scented clouds, over fields of kibble, aching with joy at visions of ineffable beauty until again I awaken, my spirit rejuvenated, to face the new day in all its promise.
Seriously, it means nothing to me.
Jessica J. says: “Hey guys! I just adore these photos of my mom’s dog and cat. Chloe is pleading for help to get her bed back, because she’s sure not messing with Felix! :)”