Many months ago, I ordered new dog beds. Some of this was due to Jake’s need to pee on Melvin’s current bed. Anyway, the order was held up for several different reasons, all of them out of my control. I pretty much assumed the beds were not coming and that I’d be getting a refund. (In the meantime, I assure you, I cleaned and sanitized Melvin’s old bed. I’m not one to make loved ones sleep in urine!).
Then, out of nowhere, the beds showed up yesterday. I unpacked them and dragged them upstairs. I went to do some laundry and came back to Melvin, lounging on top of the stack of beds. I know deep down he was sending a message to Jake: “My privates are currently rubbing up against your new bed, tainting it. Pee in my new bed and it’s even more on, like Donkey Kong”.
Melvin’s a lover, his trash talk is even adorable.