Zippy wishes that I pass on this story to you all. He entitles it, "The Bed that Threw Me" by Zippy the Small Dog Carson.
I'm just a small dog. A Papillon, a butterfly ear dog, according to my mom, "Small Dog", "booger butt", and something about the cutest little thing. It's OK, I like to be snuggled anyway. But here is the thing - she has a bed obsession. One day I will break her of this.
I had a fine bed. It was mine. It was burgundy, soft, warm, and had a little dent where I liked to sleep. Then, one day, SHE decided to give my bed away. Who did she give it to, you ask? She gave it to that red dog, Ginger. So, next thing I know, SHE brings home this small bed. SHE says to me, "Small Dog, here is your new Small Bed. Look how soft and fluffy it is? See, its even plaid and will match the decor in the bedroom!" What's decor? Who cares? Can I eat it?
Anyway, to go on with my story, I decided to indulge her. It was bedtime, and I tried to climb on my new bed. Every step I took sounded like a bag of paper bags, "swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, urp, eek, swoosh". I finally found a spot, and did my trademark three-spin-double-gainer-bed-flop. It was a doozy, though, because that bed THREW me! Right across the room it threw me, into the floor. Like a buckin' bronco it did.
So, I sighed in disgust (loudly, of course, because why should SHE sleep if I cannot??) and began the routine again. Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, urp, eek, swoosh, double-gainer-bed-flop..... sliiiiiiiiiide WHUMP! Small Dog on the floor. *sighs*
Over and over the bed threw me. It shredded my dignity it did. I'm not sure why, but eventually SHE called me up on the People bed, grumbling something about a bed being sent to pergatory. What's pergatory?? What does scoot over mean? And stop hogging the covers? SHE was messing up my perfectly sculpted ear hairs, I'll tell you that much. So what if I used her chest as a spring board? I'm the Small Dog, I do things like that.
To my surprise can you guess what awaited my eager Small Dog self the next night? A new bed. With sides on it. And quiet stuffied fleece.
Now the bed that threw me lies in the floor, tossed aside and scorned. See, who said Small Dogs can't rule??
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I allowed him to tell his story on another forum the other night, and they wanted pics. So, he asked that I illustrate for you all, since he doesn't know how to work the photobucket thingie.
Bed that was stolen and given to Ginger:
Bed that threw Zippy:
Zippy not quite willing to get back on the evil bed:
And the NEW bed: