I wanted to see if Bailey is mature enough to give her a nice dog bed that is much more comfortable than the old towels I throw into her cage.
Last night I put two old bed pillows covered with two old pillow cases in the cage. At night, both Bailey and Morgan sleep in an oversized cage. Morgan doesn't need a cage, but it prevents me from stumbling over her if I get up in the middle of the night. Also, it allows me to get out of bed in the morning without being attacked by an over excited dog. . . Yes, Morgan, I love you too, but could we hold off on the claw marks and wet tongue on my face the second the alarm goes off???
Things went well. I noted there was less moving around in the cage during the night. This morning both pillows were intact. I was proud of them both.
Maybe I judged too quickly. A little while ago, I put them back in the cage so that I could get some work done around the house without worrying about the two of them getting into trouble - you know, the "when things get too quiet" syndrome.
I was busy in the kitchen when I heard that unmistakeable sound. Going to the bedroom, I saw it. Bailey was ripping away at the pillow and the filling starting to come out. Now that is all I need for her to swallow a big chunk of that!
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