I think my dog ate paint chips as a puppy.
She has this big couch cushion that has been covered in a sheet and called her bed. It's more than big enough for her to sit or lay on it. She can even stretch out on her side without hanging over the side.
And yet, she's spent the last half hour trying to get comfortable.
Why? Because she keeps putting her butt right on the edge and slipping off. It's like a three inch drop to the ground, btw.
Twice she's actually fallen backwards, her little paws flailing in the air as she tries to right herself.
*tries very hard not to snicker*
Then she gets up, turns around, sniffs at the edge--as if THAT will tell her anything--and tries it again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
AND AGAIN.
Seriously. This isn't the first day she's had this bed either. She's thoroughly tested the size limitations already.
And yet . . .
There she goes again.
*facepalm*
And yet, she's spent the last half hour trying to get comfortable.
Why? Because she keeps putting her butt right on the edge and slipping off. It's like a three inch drop to the ground, btw.
Twice she's actually fallen backwards, her little paws flailing in the air as she tries to right herself.
*tries very hard not to snicker*
Then she gets up, turns around, sniffs at the edge--as if THAT will tell her anything--and tries it again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
AND AGAIN.
Seriously. This isn't the first day she's had this bed either. She's thoroughly tested the size limitations already.
And yet . . .
There she goes again.
*facepalm*