My little bed

Look at me..................... snug as a bug in a rug. I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE my little bed again.

On the 23rd November, Ann washed my little bed and I refused to go into it. It smelt too clean and it wasn't moulded into my body shape. For weeks Ann has been trying everything to lure me back into it. She put my favourite treats in there, she put my manky old tennis balls in it, she's put my smelly old blanket in and she's physically lifted me in and told me to stay. Nothing worked until a few days ago........................

…....................Now I've decided I love my little bed again. It really is my most favourite place in the world. I could stay in this position forever.

Ann is soooooooo, soooooooo happy that I love my little bed again.