Scout ate her bed. Sigh. I know. Again.
Scout has a thing with dog beds. She’s peed on them plenty. In fact, it happened frequently enough to be declared a genuine phase for a while. Then, suddenly, she stopped.
We felt daring. We bought her a new dog bed (after tossing the peed-on bed after giving up). She loved it. We loved that she loved it. We moved on.
Then, we got even more daring. We bought her another bed for upstairs after we moved back in May.
And then, a few weeks ago, I woke in the middle of the night to a weird sound. Remember? She was eating the zipper on the bed we bought her for her birthday present. She’d torn the thing clean off. So, I fulfilled my motherly duties and sewed the bed back together as best I could without owning a sewing machine. She was so grateful, and seemed really happy to have the bed back.
But that’s not where this story ends, friends. About a week ago, I woke in the middle of the night (are you sensing a trend here?), and heard an odd noise. You guessed it. Scout was eating her bed again, only this time there was no zipper to tear off (that was long gone), so instead she was ripping all my dutiful little stitches right out. And boy, did she look joyously happy doing it.
So Scout lost her bed that was next to our bed. Her nighttime bed. Her “okay it’s time for bed, I know where I should go” bed. And what did she do?
In a word: Wander. She wandered and wandered and wandered around our bed. She couldn’t figure out where she should go. She stood in her crate. She stood in the center of the room. She stood next to my side of the (human) bed with her wet nose pressed against my forehead. “Mom, I don’t have a bed,” I could hear her saying. “Because you ate it,” I responded. “Go to bed, Scout.” She knows what this means. She didn’t listen.
She tried B. He grunted. Eventually, she fell asleep on the floor. (“Poor, tortured creature,” B said the next morning.)
This went on for a day or so before we brought her living room bed upstairs–the only bed, I should note, that has managed to stay in one piece (KNOCK.ON.WOOD). And she had a place to go again. Yay! She was ecstatic. That is, until she discovered a new den. Yes, everyone, Scout now has a bed upstairs again, and where does she want to sleep?
Under our bed.
That’s right. Under our bed. Scout has a new den.
Now when we get out of bed in the morning, we have to watch for situations like this:
At night, we can hear her snoring…from underneath us. Kind of funny, right? (Especially when you consider that Scout snores like a man.) And we can hear her “shimmy” her way under the bed thanks to her jingly collar tags, and when we lean over the side and peer at her, she looks SO proud of herself. It’s really adorable.
But there are drawbacks. Mainly involving raw hide. Scout loves raw hide. B and I do not love the result of raw hide: really, really smelly gas. So when your dog is snuggled up in their new “den,” their bed sitting useless at your bedside, and your bedroom suddenly smells like rotten eggs, you know why.
Just lean over the side and take in that smiley, happy face. And plug your nose. It’s gonna be a long night.