Showing posts with label sleeping. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sleeping. Show all posts

Thursday, February 5, 2015

The most relaxed dog ever !

There is relaxed and then there is Sooki-relaxed !  Sooki has perfected the art of cozy sleeping.


Her ability to fall asleep in the most unlikely places always amazes me.


If it's enclosed, or fluffy, or soft: Sooki will sleep on it ... or IN it.


Her favourite place, after curling up under the covers on Kait's bed, is the big poofy chair in the living room,


even if someone else is already in the chair ...


'night.


Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Damn cats !



As you know, Trey loves to suck on his bed, and Roswell loves to lie in Trey's bed.


Trey does not want Roswell in his bed.  Roswell doesn't care.  Trey growls ominously as Roswell settles into Trey's bed for a nap.  Roswell still doesn't care. Trey sucks furiously on his bed to relieve his frustration.


Trey does NOT want to share his precious bed with a stupid cat.   Nor does he want to be a cat sandwich.


Both cats ignore him.  Sometimes you've just gotta live with the hand you're dealt.


Damn cats !

Monday, December 10, 2012

I hab a code ...

I'm tired.


By dose iz stubbed ub.


add by face hurds.



All I can thig ub iz sleebing


I'm going bag dew bed.



'dight

Saturday, December 8, 2012

A early Christmas Gift for Trey.

Trey used to have a  sweet, little bed.   In fact, Trey had a succession of sweet, little beds.


 He loved his beds, even after he grew too big for them

He was happy if even only part of him fit in it.


But Trey also loved sucking on pillows and when his sucky pillow wasn't handy, he'd suck on his bed.


Sometimes he'd get carried away and give his bed a shake.  Then he'd give it another shake.  One day he discovered a hole in his bed.  Ooooooooooo STUFFING !

Trey and Sooki at the scene of the crime.

And so for a long time, Trey was without a bed.

But the other day I found small dog beds on sale for $5.99.

Oh he was so happy when I gave it to him.   He carried it around, then lay on it and sucked its soft stuffed edge, then he fell asleep.


But now I'm gonna need to buy a second bed,


and maybe even a third.


Oh wait-- Trey has just taken matters into his own hands ... er ... teeth.




Note:  No bald cats were harmed in the posting of this blog.