After trying wicker chairs, which require difficult cleaning after time in a damp climate, and uncomfortable Uruguayan stuffed furniture, we settled on a comfortable lawn chair for my wife in the living room. It’s great! And we replaced the rustic and rotting wooden bay window with an aluminum one that actually keeps rain out (what a concept).
All told, it’s a wonderful little spot for a dog to hang out, watch live “television,” and munch on a Hibiscus flower, with a backup tennis ball nearby (we didn’t put it there) just in case.
Cute picture.
With my dog, it’s bedding. Will she use one those fancy cedar shaving filled flannel dog beds? Nope.
Maybe a nice comforter from my bed? Nope.
So, one day I’m working on something in the kitchen, making a bit of mess while I do it. I have my wife bring me an old bath towel to catch the mess as I go.
I leave the kitchen and come back to find that my dog has a new bed.
Her look says to me “Oh, thank you kind and gracious master for providing me with this luxurious bed.”
Dogs….
We thought the little shorn dog would like a jacket