Not sure why… maybe it’s too hot in there – then again I didn’t like it on a cold night either – so that’s probably not the reason.
But this proved to be a bit of a problem, because mom did a good job of closing up my access to under the bed.
Managed to get through that one time, but she made a different plan and the second time, I almost got stuck trying.
She hates it when I have those little tikky fits under the bed and crunch my head into the wood.
Drives her demented!
I’m not fond of it either.
Plus it’s Thunderdog season.
All my panting and performing when I’m scared out of my furry knickers’, isn’t a pretty sight.
Heard mom and Alpha murmuring on the bed.
Hmmm….. said Alpha. Right then – let’s do it.
Looked at mom… Do what?
Never you mind Fudges, she replied, you’ll see soon enough.
They took me for a little trot around the complex and then went off without me.
Came back later with odd stuff.
There was a lot of activity and noise.
Sawing noise… clacking noise… grinding noise.
Worse than that wretched vacuum cleaner.
Nobody offered to carry me up the stairs, so I dragged my own self up and peered into our room.
My woggledy whiskers!
Whatever are you doing?
Put that bed back at once.
The bed was upside down and all unmade.
Alpha and my boy Luan were hovering over it.
Mom was smacking it with something.
They had all gone completely crazy.
Fled to Luan’s room and checked out his bin, to calm my shattered nerves.
Sadly there was nothing interesting in it.
Much later the activity ceased and our house returned to normal.
Alpha offered to take me upstairs for a look see.
See what? I looked around the place… my box was gone.
Hey… wait a minute – the boards that mom had stuck to the bed were gone too.
Whoorf hrooof! I prepared to slink under the bed. Chunky chop bones!
I did not have to slink so much either.
Turns out they made the bed another block higher and put foam rubber under the bed, so that when I tik and bump my head – it does not hurt.
Not too shabby.
