YEAR OF THE DOG BED

Sorry I've been kinda MIA lately. My human hasn't been feeling good and if she doesn't feel good, neither do her thumbs (and we all know I can't do this without the thumbs). Anyway. Because of this, it's way past New Year and I'm just now getting around to telling you about my human's stupid revolution: to get more sleep. Or better sleep. Or something like that.

And I guess one of the biggest things getting between her and sleep is Dutch, a.k.a the spotted bed hog. She's tried everything to keep him from taking over the whole entire bed, but somehow he always manages to squish her off into a tiny little corner so he can hog the rest. After much debate, my human decided to make 2011 the Year of the Dog Bed. As in we will no longer be sleeping in her bed. I have no idea why I have to suffer because Dutch is a bed hog, but I've been told that from now on, we'll be sleeping on our own bed.


On. the. floor.

You know I was *not* happy to hear this. Not happy. Not at all. But my human promised she'd find us a nice dog bed to make our nights on the floor totally comfortable. Yeah. Right.

I tried to explain that there is nothing comfortable about the floor, but she said a good bed can make the floor a perfectly good place to sleep. Yeah. Sure it can. If you're not the one who actually has to sleep there. I wanted to tell her that perhaps she would like to try sleeping on the floor, but before I could say a word she went out to the car and came back with a giant box. It had the word P.L.A.Y. written on it so I thought it must be something fun. I forgot all about the floor situation and got all excited...

Until she opened the box and pulled out a freaking dog bed.

Yeah. And before I could ask her what happened to the P.L.A.Y part, she started telling me all sorts of great things about the new bed. Like how it was inspired by a ridiculously cute little Pug named Momo. And how it's made out of soda bottles, is totally earth-friendly, but still super comfy and very cool.

Honestly? I didn't really care about any of these things. I was about to spend the rest of my life sleeping on the floor. Who can you think about looking cool and saving the planet when you've just been demoted to floor-level??

Momo says...

Then I saw a little tag hanging from the new bed. There was a picture of a pug on it. Momo. The tag said Momo thinks the bed is too cool and I'm a lucky dog. I think Momo is pretty insanely cute, and she doesn't look like the kind of girl who'd tell you stuff that isn't true. So I hopped on the bed to see just how comfortable it could possibly be.

And you know what? The thing is ridiculously comfortable. Like, even more comfortable than my human's stupid human bed. It's squishy, but not too squishy. Soft and fuzzy, but not so fuzzy that bits of fuzz get stuck to my eyeballs (I hate when that happens). It was so comfy that I fell asleep in the middle of supermodeling. Falling asleep in front of Nikon is like falling asleep in front of a food bowl. It just doesn't happen.


But it did.

Here's the thing though - even though I reeeally like my new P.L.A.Y. bed, I don't want my human to know it. I can tell she feels really bad about demoting us to the floor because she's been piling on the guilt love (and guilt love means guilt cookies). I say let her be guilty if it means I'm going to get more cookies. Y'know?

Tag? What tag?

I'd love to give you more details about my new bed but I kinda had to destroy the tag because it said all sort of good things about P.L.A.Y and their comfy beds. I want my human to think I'm miserable, remember? But you should check the beds out for yourself on their website www.petplaysf.com. Especially if your people make you sleep on the floor like a dog. Because if you have to sleep on the floor, you should totally have one of these beds.