This weekend my new bed came in. My mom and dad got it for me because for some strange reason they got mad after I tore up my third doggy bed. I don't know what the big deal was. It was there. I was there. Why not do a bit of chewing and tearing???
This new bed is called a Kuranda bed. It is supposed to be chew proof. The one I got is made of poly resin and the fabric is 40 oz vinyl. How can it withstand my awesome chewing skills you ask? Good question. I asked my mom and dad the same thing. Here is what the website says:
Any place the fabric is in a position to be chewed, it is protected by a poly-resin sleeve. There are no corner gaps to bite.
That is just no fun! Believe me I already tried biting on it a few times and it just didn't work. I also tried scratching at it, but that stuff is strong. A definite party killer. The good news is that I don't sleep in my crate anymore at night. Now I am in my mom and dad's room and have my own corner of the room. I sleep on my bed very well and my mom says she is surprised at how well behaved I am at night now. Sure, when there's nothing to play with all I can do is sleep! But I got a room spot like a big girl so I guess that isn't so bad. During the day I have my mom, or dad, move the bed out to hallway so I can nap on it whenever I want. Sometimes I'll even let Flash or Alven on it. Hey, I can share!
Here I am with Alven trying it out for the first time.
In this picture I'm still not convinced it is beyond the power of my teeth.
"We'll see about that Dad," I say.
Here I have just realized that I really can't tear it up.
Please note my sad puppy eyes.
"Why are you doing this to me Dad? Don't you love me anymore?" I say.
This did not work and I did not get a new chewy bed. I will need to work on the power of my sad puppy eyes.
Dottie's Tip Of The Day:
Treasure all moments because you just don't know when the last time you'll get to chew a doggy bed will be.