Decorating the Dog Den

coffee table houndShe’s the trotting, bouncing, play-bowing goofball bashing through the house. She spins in circles, prances, then shakes her stuffies madly while knocking the TV remote across the room with a sweep of her tail.

Frankie, what’s gotten into you?” It’s after 9 pm. She’s eight years old! She’s supposed to be in bed.

Finally, she settles in the living room. On “her” rug. The one I bought just two months ago to:

  1. cover the permanent stains on the carpet
  2. jazz the room up a little… so it doesn’t look like a dog den.
  3. accept that my home is a giant dog den. dog on couch

Of course, the rug is now trashed with bits of rawhide stuck to the wool, ghostly streaks of dried slobber, and the ever-present dog hairs permanently lodged in the fibers. Even the pet-vac doesn’t suck them up properly.

Yes, dog den.

And my heart couldn’t swell any larger. For better (me) and worse (the *new* rug) I love my Bloodhound. I can’t even fathom a day when she won’t be around, when I won’t have these so-called problems. They’re good problems to have.

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About Jamie Brazil

Humor writer, romance novelist, Bloodhound enthusiast.

Posted on October 16, 2014, in Auth: Jamie Brazil, Dogs and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. Yup, she looks like she owns the place. That’s wonderful!

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  2. What a cute dog 🙂

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  3. Lol. Love the wrinkles falling into her face when she looks down 🙂 It’s cuter on a dog than on me!

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