Reggie gets a new bed each Christmas, but this year, it didn't quite make it to the holidays before ... well, it was done for.
Mom, Kathryn, and I took him to PetsMart so that he might pick out his new bed and faithful companion (very very faithful companion) for the next few months. Actually, we picked it out for him because all three of his focusing neurons scatter the moment he steps inside the dizzying array of smells and sights. We picked out a tasteful bed and brought it home, tentatively expecting a reenactment of last Christmas's glee as he received his one and only gift. Believe me, he never left its pillowy depths that whole day.
But this new bed? He hates it. He barely even deigns to touch it.
It's a mere pillow size, he says, barely big enough to support my head.
Oh, I hate it. Why is this happening to me??
Oh the size of it...it's gone, it's gone.
Look at me...
photo courtesy of Kathryn