Our sweetie-dog Max has been a bit under the weather lately.  So, I’ve been trying to do some little things to make her feel better, somehow.  One such attempt:  I bought her a cushy-fluff-bed for dogs 20 pounds and under.

Apparently Frances did not read the tag on this bed.  Maybe she can’t read.  At any rate, the 65 pound Frances insists on pouring herself in to this little round bed every night.  She curls her body up as tight she can get it, and snuggles in for the sugar plum dance.  By morning, she is quite sprawled all over the place and complains of a stiff neck.

Ms. Frances used to have a bed of her own.  Queen-of-France-Size…. but she would never lay on it.  “This one is toooooooooo big.”  she’d say in her doggy brain.

So now, she is quite content with this set up.  And little Max could care less really.  She sleeps where ever the heck she wants to.  Except for in her own bed.

Wonder Dogs, I’ll tell you.  Wonder Dogs…..

But trust me, I am nowhere close to being Sweet Polly Purebred.  More like…. like…………corn bread…. wouldn’t you say?!  Yep, that’s probably more like  it.