Yesterday, while I was at yoga, Fergie ripped yet another hole in one of the two cottonwool-filled pads in the “donut” doggy bed she and Jake share in my writing studio. I stopped by the market on my way home which gave the little precious more than enough time to do her job. Both pads are dotted with patches, mostly iron-ons from the supermarket, except for the embroidered ones my surfer ex-husband used to collect. Just below Fergie’s butt in the photo below you can see two identical overlapping specimens—an embroidered Santa-like surfer with a long flowing beard and exaggerated feet ala Robert Crumb planted on the surfboard with the words, “Keep on Surfin’ Hawaii.” I finally found a use for those bits of the past I’ve been hanging on to.
Seeing the dismayed expression my face as I walked into a cloud of cottonwool, Jake offered me his ball and a look that said, I would NEVER do anything like that. He wouldn’t: Jake is all about balls, Frisbees and me. At fifteen months old, The Ferg is still making her mark on the world.
I gathered and stuffed all the matted cottonwool back into the pad, but instead of whisking it into the house for immediate repair, as I usually do, I left it there with the torn side tucked under. A first for me. Could it be that my Type-A ways are a-changing?
Day two, and Fergie hasn’t noticed all that lovely unfettered cottonwool beneath her, despite the fact that’s she’s bored. It’s raining outside and she’s already worked Jake over a couple of times and pawed my computer off my lap. How long will it take? Who will be first to work on the blue pad? Fergie or me?
I have a dog just like Fergie, only he scratches holes in their dog beds and our quilt! Fun blog. I enjoyed reading it. Your SheWrites Blogger friend.
Gotta love ’em. Thanks for stopping by.
I just love stories about other peoples pets. Animals always put a smile on my face! Thanks for sharing
More to come! Thanks so much, Marilyn.