Jack and Rooney go through a lot of beds. We have tried everything from air mattresses to extra large dog beds and we've spent a small fortune in the process. I've read a lot about a certain dog bed (which shall remain nameless,) specifically designed for giant breeds. Everything about this bed is over the top - the ads, the claims and the price. After the air mattress sprung a leak, I decided to shop for a replacement bed and thought, why not go ahead and order one of the fancy schmanzy, super duper, last thing a dog will ever want to sleep in again, beds. So I did.
Now, I ordered the extra large instead of the giant size because I really didn't want it to take up as much space as a car in the bedroom. I was expecting a very large box to arrive, so when a medium sized box showed up on the front porch, I was confused. I thought maybe they only sent half of the bed with the rest coming later. I opened the box to find yet another box. I was not in the mood for something like Russian nesting dolls - and figured if there was a third box, the whole thing was going back. There was not.
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| Curiosity almost got the cats encased in plastic wrap! |
The bed was encased in plastic wrap - lots of plastic wrap. And it was vacuum sealed. The extra large bed was condensed to a tiny, tight bundle. I started unraveling it. There was enough plastic wrap to get me through the holidays. I should have saved it. When I finally got to the actual bed, I cut the last of the bindings and it went ka-poosh! And there was the bed! Scared the bejesus out of the cats...
Jack was watching me the whole time, from the couch, with a look that said, "This is another bed isn't it? And you expect me to sleep on it, right? You know I like the couch. Why do you even bother?" I finally coaxed him on to it. He laid down - backwards - with his butt where his head should be. He was humoring me. But the look on his face was of complete disgust.
He stayed there until Dash decided to attack his tail. Now, this dog acts like getting off the couch to go outside is a major ordeal. When he felt Dash grab his tail, he jumped up and spun around like a Cirque performer! My eyeballs almost fell out of my head. Dash was quicker and ran away before he had to experience the wrath of Jack.
Jack was done with the bed and everything else. Rooney laid down on it for awhile, but I noticed it was untouched last night in the bedroom. Nobody seems to like the fancy schmancy, super duper, last dog bed you will ever have to pay through the nose for again. Damn. I can't return it because I will never be able to get it back in the box! Wow - they got me good....
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| I told you - the couch is just fine. |
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