Thursday, July 22, 2010

My new bed!

The nice people at Pet-Super-Store.com sent me an awesome new bed to review. I wanted to review it right away, but Mom had to go out of town and she doesn’t like me to post on my blog without her. She’s such a control freak, right?

Mom tells me that it’s probably a good thing it took me two weeks to review because she and I have a special rule. If it’s mine, I can do anything I want to it. That usually means that it’s going to get destroyed if it has:
1. Stuffing
2. Furry exterior
3. Zippers
4. Things I can pull apart
5. A squeaker in it



This bed had everything except the squeaker and Mom was afraid that by the time she got back the bed would be completely destroyed. I tried my best, I really did! As soon as Mom got it out of the box, I knew it was mine and immediately tried to take it apart. That’s how Mom learned that the pillow comes out AND has a zipper so she can wash the case. I found the zipper within two minutes because I have zipdar. If it has a zipper, I’ll find it and do my best to take it off.

Mom says that doing the review two weeks after getting the bed is a good indicator of how well made it is. It still looks brand new, even though I’ve been sleeping in it and messing with the zipper every.single.day. If Mom was home, she would have tried to make me behave with the bed, but Dad was in charge while she was gone and he lets me get away with everything.

I’ll bet you’d like to know about this indestructable bed, right? It’s called “The Dutchie” and comes in lots of fabrics. I’m not good at math, but I think I counted 41! It just so happens that Pet-Super-Store.com sent me the exact fabric I’d pick- Urban Animal.

The “The Dutchie” comes in four sizes fitting puppies from 15 to 70 lbs. I am a pound over the medium size, so I’ve been sleeping in the large. I love it because I can stretch out if I want, but lots of times I like to cuddle up next to the sides. The sides are really supportive! When I tried to do that with my old bed, the sides just flopped over.

Mom left my old bed out just to see which bed I’d choose. She knows that I like my stuff, so was surprised to see me in my NEW bed every morning when she came down stairs. The old bed might as well go to doggy bed heaven because it’s dead to me.