Decorating the Dog Den
Posted by Jamie Brazil
She’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:
- cover the permanent stains on the carpet
- jazz the room up a little… so it doesn’t look like a dog den.
- accept that my home is a giant dog den.
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.