There’s no place like home

I want to show you another of my happy places. I know that it will surprise some of you.

Welcome to my crib!

Welcome to my crib!

Like every dog, I like my pack to be together. If I had my druthers, we’d stay home as much as possible and when we went out, we’d always go out together.

But humans are funny. They’re restless. They have Things to Do. And so sometimes they have to leave me at home alone (well, with the Klingons for company, but you know what I mean).

The smartest thing they ever did was give me this little den to stay in while they were gone. It’s hard to explain what it means to me. It’s my personal private nook, with my favorite blankets. And it’s their personal promise that they will come back for me. I know that all I have to do is curl up and go to sleep.

We have it all down to a routine. (You know how dogs love routines.) When I see them putting their shoes and jackets on, I’ll get up and start watching them closely. I’m always hoping that they’ll get the leash and stand by the door. That means I’m going for a car ride! But sometimes, instead, they go over to my den with a treat. I know what I’m supposed to do. I run over to my den, jump in, they give me the treat, and they close the door. Then they’re on their way to wherever.

Silly humans. Don’t they know there’s no place like home?

Woofs,
Willie

Posted: September 20th, 2011 under Car rides, Naps, The way we do things.

Comments

Comment from Toby
September 22, 2011 at 6:02 am

Hey Willie!
Guess what? I’ve got a den kind-of like that! And I love mine too. When I was little I used to sleep in it every night and when my human used to abandon me she used to leave me in it, in the same room as Molly. It’s like a little switch goes off in my brain and I know I’m off duty. Molly would get in occasionally to check it out. She says it was her cot when she was a baby.
Woofs – Toby
P.S. I didn’t realise you were so old. Even older than Molly. You don’t look it!

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