Our dog, Mayzie, has a doggie bed that stays in front of the fireplace in the family room. At night she sleeps on the floor on my side of the bed. She has her own special comforter that I fold and she unfolds daily. Pixie, the little princess, sleeps on the bed.
My Harley Stud made the mistake of putting the comforter from our bed on the treadmill one night and she found it to be ever so much more comfy than her “crappy old comforter”. (Her words, not mine)
The next morning while sorting laundry, I put our comforter in a laundry basket so that I could wash the dog smell out of it. I had a lot of laundry to do and the comforter didn’t make it into the washing machine that day. When it came time to go to bed, MHS and I went through the lights out, lock doors ritual (and by MHS and I, I really mean him. That’s why I got married.) which is our queue to the dogs that it’s time to retire for the night.
When we got to the bedroom, this is what we found:
A perfect fit, don’t you think?