For me?
Abby the Lab here.
In my previous life I didn't get to get up on the furniture, but after 5 months in a shelter, my new Mom let me up on the couch. I kept getting down as I didn't think I was supposed to be up there, but she said it was OK and gave me pats. It's so soft but I only sneak up there when Mom and Dad aren't on it.
When Mom first rescued me I had my own little dog bed where Mom used to stay when she was working. It sure was comfier than the hard floor of a kennel, but it was cheap and it's not real poofy-nothing like "THE BED", but Mom kept the bedroom door closed as she had a fancy schmancy bedspread on there, that is hard to clean.
Then one day, a big box came to Mom's work crash pad. Mom said it was from Orvis as they had a sale-- a BIG sale and she got something for almost half price. Barkley had an Orvis bed and just loved it and it lasted forever, but she wanted me to have one of my own. Want to check out their great dog beds? Click on the well-known name. . .
It was the world's biggest softest dog bed! It's so fluffy, with really tight stitching and a durable, ultra-soft cover. When she took it out of the wrapping-- it expanded like a life raft.
Mom knows about that. Once she was flying an airplane (a little business jet) to India to be delivered from the aeroplane factory. Three of the VERY young Indian pilots were on board. They didn't have the experience yet to make that sort of trip so the owners arranged for the seller to deliver it with contract pilots (which was Mom and another pilot) and bring them home from plane school.
They were QUITE excited about the flight and about just learning to fly their first jet so Mom and her copilot told them to just read and relax in the back and "don't touch anything".
Halfway across the Atlantic, there's this big WHOOOSH sound from the cabin and one of them ran forward with -
"Captain L! Captain L! Raft Veery BIG!, Raft, Veery BIG.!"
Yup - they'd accidentally inflated the life raft and Mom had to kill it with a cheese knife from the galley so they could exit the airplane when they all landed to fuel.
MMMM Cheese.
So, it was sort of like that. Bed very big! Bed very big! Look - my tail has gone hypersonic!
My Ovris bed is SOOOO COMFY!
I can't believe it's still all mine and four years later it looks like new. Plus I don't have to sleep on the Pita Bed from Walmart any more. I love my furever home.
I love my Mom.
Hari Om
ReplyDeleteOMD Abby - now I have bed envy!!! hugs and wags YAM-aunty xxx
OMD, that's such a pawesome bed! The big question...what's inside it? I've shredded all the dog beds (and Momma's pillows) that have that sneaky "Memory Foam" in it. What's the memory? It's learning us to replace us with alien duplicates!!! Momma keeps trying to find a nice bed for me that doesn't have the evil stuff inside.
ReplyDeleteOrvis DOES have very nice beds. Mom says once upon a time a long time ago, Dakota and Phantom had LL Bean beds that were just amazing. They aren't the same any more, but we like what we have. Lightning really likes his coolaroo cot and Misty and Timber will sleep anywhere. Now if only we could get a license to get on the sofa or even better the BIG bed:)
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Wow! That looks like the comfiest bed ever! And a funny story too! BOL!
ReplyDeletewe love that story!!! and we love your bed... but we probably would love it to pieces ;o) the mama had a senior moment once and opened the package of a self-inflating camping mattres in the car... not really her best idea...because she had no cheese knife ;O)
ReplyDeleteEveryfurry one needs their own special bed. Yours looks most comfy.
ReplyDeleteGreat. *Sarcastically said* Now Mom thinks if she gets me an Orvis bed that I won't want to sleep up on the big bed right smack dab between her and Dad. Grr. ~Lucy
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