As you can probably tell from this photo, I'd been having a fun old time getting most of my toys out of my toybox. Exhausting stuff all that playing I can tell you! Well, this toy box is normally out of my reach & mum & dad choose a few different toys for me out of it each day...
I'll give you another clue...
Yes siree, I am now officially a grown up boy as my crate is gone, gone gone! My toy box normally lives on top of it as dad has this crazy idea that he should rotate what toys I get to play with so I don't get bored of them. As if! It was on the floor for a few days while I had bed changeover, but now it has gone away again, sigh.
I know I told you quite a while ago that I now longer went in my crate if mum & dad were out during the day, but I've been quite attached to going in it for night time snoozies. This was fine while I was a wee pup, but as you know, I am now a big, big boy & it was getting pretty cramped in there. Especially as I liked to have the door shut. I would cry & wander around downstairs if the door was left open & bark for mum or dad to come & shut me in. Yeah, I know I'm weird.
Well, mum & dad decided it was time to get me used to sleeping without my crate as we have a few trips to visit people planned where I might not be able to take my crate, plus they're definitely going to have to buy me a bigger one if I keep on growing.
For the last week or so they have been gradually weaning me off my crate. At first they left the door closed but not locked, then started leaving it more & more ajar. Next they moved the crate out of my usual corner, & finally just put my bed where my crate used to be. And it worked! I have now had 3 nights of sleeping right through the night just on my bed with not a whimper. I have even stayed sat on it until mum came down to get me up, which she finds most amusing!
There is only one small problem...you see this stripy cushion? Well, this is the middle bit of my bed. It fits inside a brown squishy square with sides to make a nice comfy bed. or should I say did...
...The bed is dead! It had a plastic liner base with the brown squishy sides. The base was just so tempting to tear that I've been working on it for quite a while & I finally killed it! As you can see, there is now no base & I can loop the remains of the bed around my body, hehehe. Mum & dad weren't very impressed as I have already destroyed one bed. I had a donut bed as a puppy but the zipper broke & I kept taking all the innards out. Not as unimpressed as me though as they have now taken this brown section away meaning I only have the little central cushion to sleep on, humph! They said it's my own fault.
I suggested that I get to sleep on the spare sofa, but they said no to that too. Meanies. They'll be the ones with the big vet bill when I have a bad back.
Does anyone know any good Airedale-proof beds?
I couldn't stay mad at mum & dad for long though as look what I got for breakfast for being such a grown up boy? A HUGE lamb shank all for meeeeeeeeeeeeeee!