Tony only had one real rule when we brought Butters home: NO
DOGS ON THE BED! I was fully prepared to honor that request. From the beginning, Butters had a warm
little bed in his crate. He would
willingly trot off to his own bed each night… of course, with the encouragement of carrot
treats!
And, here we are 10 months later.
It turns out that Tony kind of has a soft spot
for this little dog... a queen-sized one. Butters
certainly figured out which one of us he needed to win over.
When we finally caved in, we expected some things to
change. We were ready for
him to stretch out to the size of a Great Dane and hog the bed. The occasional early morning wake up
call was planned for. Heck, we even were prepared to put up with his
snoring. But, we weren’t expecting
this…
Butters did not come alone…
Sure enough, he has decided he is not the only one who
deserves the big bed… so do all of his friends.
Meet the guilty cast of characters...
GIRAFFE MAN
STRING MONKEY
FOREST FOX
...and...
WOODY
On any given night, one (or all) of them ends up scattered
like mines all over the bed.
It is not uncommon that Tony or I will roll over in the
middle of the night to be awoken by a squeeker, misplaced limb, or loose tail
of one of Butters’ toys.
It would be easier to exile the group if Butters didn’t look so darn cute cuddling with them
So, we have decided… only one friend per night can come to
the sleepover!
We’ll see how long that one lasts too...
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