I am writing from my new bed. We bought a new bed because the dog sleeps with us and he is big.The made our previously adequate (but never 100% comfortable) bed too small. So we got a king sized bed. It’s the size of a football field.
Interestingly, the dog seems to be reserving judgment on the bed. He doesn’t seem to be loving it yet.
And to be truthful, either am I. When we first wrestled it from the 100 lbs of cardboard and plastic it came in, and sat down on it, it felt remarkably like a giant brick. Slowly, it warmed to the consistency of a big slab of plywood. It is feeling a little better now, but if the magical “pressure relieving” properties of the hooley-dooley state-of-the-art memory foam don’t make up for its granite-like consistency, you can bet that EQ3 will be getting a very irate call from me tomorrow. Oh, and it arrived 2 weeks later than they said it would so keep that in mind if you ever decide to buy something from them. So we’ll see if this is “transition pain” or if it really was a very expensive mistake.
At the risk of sounding like I have been taken in by the snake oil salesman, I want to say for the record that I am fully expecting my recent back pain to be cured with this investment, mainly so I no longer have to admit that this major purchase, made in very uncertain economic times, was for the dog.
But it’s so exciting! It’s huge! Our old pillows look like tooth fairy pillows on it… never thought to get big pillows. Did get nice new sheets, and my sister is bringing us a duvet cover from Ikea to replace the one the dog put his toenails through scratching out his comfy spot. I can hardly wait for it to be bedtime and I can test out the super-duper cures-ebola last-bed-you’ll-ever-buy properties.
I’ll let you know how it goes. Here is a picture of Tucker getting settled:
He is now pressed right up against me – he seems discombobulated by the goings-on around here. His kennel is in another room now and I’m sure everything smells different… we’ll see how he punishes us – I would bet it is either by inserting himself directly between us for the entire night, or dropping stinky pancake batter all over the living room floor at 4:00 am. If it comes down to it, I’m rooting for the former – we have acres of real estate here – plenty of room for everyone!
And here is a picture of Aimee enjoying the benefits of a hand me down bed – she also has room for dogs and many stuffed animals, pillows, books, pencils, and heaven know what else that she used to cram into a little single bed. She is quite tickled. The big bed almost wouldn’t go into her room – it took some very astute spatial abilities to get it to go down the stairs and around the corner…
You might have noticed her fire-engine red hair – today all the other members of my family coloured their hair – all except me, for once. Oh, and one of the lumps under her blanket is Jinx.
So I’m off to bed – I’ll keep you posted on how it cures all my ailments and improves the economy all at the same time. If I can get the dog off me long enough to reach for my laptop.