At breakfast we looked over and watched little Bailey methodically pull and twist and finally manhandle (Dachshundhandle?) one of our West Paw dog beds until he got it exactly how he wanted it. Which is to say, into something resembling a windbreak. But not only was there no wind inside the house, it wasn’t even blowing outside. So why he thought he needed a windbreak at 7 a.m. in our living room was something of a mystery.
We frequently watch him tug at these dog beds with his mouth and contort them into various shapes, for no apparent reason. It’s almost like watching one of those performance artists do their thing in public, while passers-by take in the scene and scratch their heads. "What is that about?" That’s kind of how we look at Bailey when he starts manipulating the West Paw beds. This meets some fundamental need of his, but is not to be confused with his penchant for wrapping himself deep inside blankets and fleece throws.
However, he also likes to bury his head — and only his head — in bedding or under soft toys, as he did here. So it might be that this windbreak is a modified version, combining both the desire to bury his head with his need to re-shape a West Paw bed to his liking. Whatever the motive, it was a pretty creative performance for 7 a.m.
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