The other morning after we put the dogs out, I set up a big, fluffy bed for blind Helen on the deck outside the front door. This is where the double ramps come off the house. After she did her business out in the yard, I walked her back up the ramp and guided her to the bed. She laid down on it and settled in for a nap. Helen loves this spot and this is "her" bed, the one she sleeps on at night in the dog wing.
Well, less than ten minutes later, I was walking down the hall and looked outside, only to see that somehow Bailey the Dachshund had commandeered the bed and Helen was now lying on the deck. I don't know how this happened … whether the 12-pound munchkin pestered the 90-pound Rottweiler into giving up her bed (likely), or whether Helen had lumbered off the soft, comfy bed on her own accord to lie on the hard, wooden deck (unlikely).
However it happened, in the end the switch was made and the Dachshund got the bed. We've since sent a memo to our bedding and accommodations manager, Mr. Smith, asking that he place more beds on that deck in the future.
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