After several days of the extra large, extra expensive, extra heavy dog bed just sitting there taking up space in the bedroom, I decided to call the company and tell them I needed to return the thing. They were very nice about it. All I have to do is send it back to them. (Wuh, wah)
When asked how I was supposed to do that, since it had arrived here vacuum sealed, this is what I was told:
1) Place the bed in a large trash bag.
2) Twist the top of the bag and suck the air out of it using a vacuum cleaner hose.
3) Quickly put it in a box before it expands and tape up that box for all it's worth.
4) Pray you don't get injured in the process and it doesn't explode in the UPS truck.
That's all there is to it.
Now, being the never-say-die (aka stupid) kinda gal I am, I didn't just leave it at that. No, I took them up on their offer to send me an even bigger bed - the GIANT sized one. Guaranteed not to rust, bust, snip, snap, snort, or sag in the middle. (My father loved to say that super fast - so I'm not sure I got all the words right - but you get the gist.) Anyway, I agreed and waited for the new arrival.
Now, part of the arrangement was for me to return the old bed in the new bed box. The theory being, since I did not have the use of an industrial vacuum sealer, I would need the larger box. I was hoping for a refrigerator sized box but, ironically, the new GIANT bed came in a smaller box than the extra large one. I have to be the only person on the planet who gets a bigger thing in a smaller box. This time, it was so compact, it was like they shipped me a concrete block.
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| What I hoped for... |
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| What I got. |
Unwrapping it was a trip. Being the experienced one now, I knew how to do it. It just took forever. Then, voila!, the GIANT bed was released from its bondage. It really is big. So big that both dogs - plus a human - can comfortably fit on it.
This is where a certain human, who had no idea what was going on to begin with because he was out of town when I got the bright idea to order the bed, was enlisted to help the dogs get comfortable with the new bed.
According to the manual that accompanied this thing (mind you it is a foam dog bed - not a new car) to get your dog used to the new bed, "You can try laying on the bed yourself and invite your dog to join you..." I knew if I got down there I wasn't getting back up without the aid of paramedics. So, I called the Big Guy in. He was busy working on his computer and had no idea I had rolled a huge, heavy box right past him and into the bedroom.
He walked into the bedroom and stood there for awhile trying to figure out if he needed to go back to his eye doctor for a checkup - since the bed looked like it had grown considerably overnight. He even asked me if it was "still expanding?" I told him it wasn't a Magic Grow bed, like the toys you put in water and they grow to 500% of their original size! It was a different bed! A replacement for the smaller one they didn't like.
I told him what the company recommends and he willingly got on it and called Jack and Rooney in. It worked! They were more than happy to snuggle with Dad on the big, comfy bed. They both slept on it last night! Yea!
Oh, and this thing has a longer warranty (10 years) than my car, so let's see how this goes. I'm guessing the bed will outlast me...
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