Dear Sage, Thank you so much for giving me a Stylish Award! I hope it's okay to use your picture here. My Typist was going to ask permission first, but she wanted it to be a surprise! I see you've had a struggle with finding the perfect bed too. It's tough, isn't it? Love ya :) xox, Georgia. p.s. I'm glad I don't have to share my bed with a c-a-t, even if it's a condo. They're s-c-a-r-y.
Once upon a time, long long ago, I got lost.
If I wasn't so good at looking for food, I would probably have starved to death.
This picture is obviously a re-enactment. I don't know why I wasn't allowed to pose for it. http://deepu-is-writing.blogspot.com/
I had to sleep on the ground. It was hard. This is a re-enactment too. I don't think either of these dogs look at all like me, but My Typist is too lazy to google for more. She made the pictures black and white so you can pretend better. http://mumbaistreetdogphotos.blogspot.com/
Then I got caught and was sent to a pound.
My Typist did a good job here. This Lady looks much more like me, don't you think so too?
One day, a human came to pick me up from the pound. She took me to her house. I was very excited, as you can imagine! To my great dismay, I wasn't allowed in her house and had to stay in a kennel in her backyard.
The kennel floor was cold and hard, but there was an old bed in the corner. I got to eat bread and spam and bologna and real dog food from a bag. I think I was very lucky, even if I was lonely.
Weeks and weeks went by. Some people came to visit and I was let out of the kennel so I could meet them! There were 2 humans and 1 old dog. It was obvious The Man was a pushover and The Woman too hardhearted, so I immediately headed for The Old Dog.
"H*ello** hEl*lo*" I said, in my best girlie voice, dancing round him and kissing his face. "Are you my grandpa? Are you? Are you here to take me home?"
There's a sucker [or 3] born every minute. The Old Dog gave the OK, the humans signed some papers, and they took me home that day.
I row!r-groo!*!wr -aRkkkk*!!ed, struggled and screamed all the way, even though the car was a lot more comfy than the kennel floor. Especially the shiny clean leather seats.
My Typist INSISTS on using this picture to re-enact the moment she picked me up, even though I look nothing like that littledog.
The moment I saw my new house, I knew I would be quite comfortable there. It had nice warm rugs and carpets. Then they showed me a bed and said it was mine.
It was possibly the ugliest bed I had ever seen. It looked like it had been made with scraps from someone else's bed. The workmanship was atrocious.
But I was too polite to say anything and went to lie down on it.
Luckily, Mr Thumper decided he wanted everything I had, and happily traded his bed for mine. His bed was bigger, had a lot more stuffing, and pictures of littledogs and bones on it.
I think that's when I realised Mr Thumper wasn't too bright.
Mr Thumper had a nightmare over the bad decision he made.
The days passed. Then, to my great surprise, another bed popped up!
My "new" bed was a hand-me-down from Mr Piglet. I know now that it was a momentous decision for the humans to have given me his bed because they loved Mr Piglet a lot.
The bed was a nice firm futon and just my size. Then, what do you know? Mr Thumper decided he liked it too, even though he could hardly fit his big bum on it.
Please ignore my dreadful outfit. That was before I got my beautiful jammies.
As the weeks went by and I got to know the house and my new family better, I discovered there were even more comfy places to sleep on than an old bed on the floor.
Then one day...I found THIS waiting for me in my sleeping corner.
It was a doughnut bed! I don't know why they call it that when you can't eat it! But who cares?! It was my first, brand new, fresh-from-the-shop-still-with-label-on bed! My Typist specially sewed the bed cover for me and it had a pretty ribbon! She even stuffed Mr Piglet's old bed into the cover so the doughnut bed would be extra fat and cushy! She told me, "That's your Princess Bed, Little Pea. Do you like it?"
Of course I liked it! It was Everything A Dog Could Want In A Bed! EVERYTHING!
That was more than a year ago. The cover's tatty and faded now. It's been mended [badly] because I scratched and tore it. And I ate part of the pretty ribbon. And the bed's gone lumpy too.
I've been busy this last month, making other sleeping arrangements...
This story was inspired by this post in Leaves Of Grass, which featured dogs from blogs around the world, taking over their humans' beds and sofas. Sonia kindly included Georgia in her post :)
Update Thursday 10th March On a totally related subject, The Poodle [and dog] Blog made this post [with a LOL funny vid] that I just have to share HERE. Thanks Jan!