Do you remember in high school when you begged your parents for that amazing pair of jeans at the GAP for months on end? And then, when you finally unwrapped them on your birthday- you could barely get through the rest of your gifts before you ran upstairs and immediately took a pair of scissors to them- and then tossed them directly into the washing machine with a half a jug of bleach? Your parents just couldn't understand why in the world we had our hearts set on that particular pair of jeans, if we were only going to turn them into something else entirely... especially when they were no longer fit for public with the back pocket half-torn off, and all. They never did get that boxer shorts were sufficient coverage.
My poor Mom thought she was finished with those days. She took it upon herself to make a bed for Reilly, after feeling bad for her for sleeping on a towel in her cage. She actually did put a lot of effort into this little bed- and, amusingly enough, the dog seems to like it better. She does spend more time in her cage- even with the door open.
But apparently she, too, had to break it in and make it hers. For as much of a handful as she was her first year- chewing has never been her thing. (Notice the unscathed chew toy). Nonetheless, this is what I came home to mere 24-hours later. We like to call it character.
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