This afternoon my FIL decided that Sting needed to take a trip to "the shed" (workplace and junk catcher for FIL) and that trip was going to involve being "outside". Please remember, FIL will be 91 in April and has a bad hip that makes walking and just generally moving difficult for him. Sting was thrilled to be outside with FIL. However, my FIL had other plans for Sting, he wasn't going to be laying in wet grass and mud, not my FIL's boxer
And so the afternoon went, sniff, snuffle, sit/lay in the mud, beside the carefully prepared bed for Sting's comfort.
My FIL related this story to me with a great deal of pride (and a little pissed offness that his bed was rejected) and I really couldn't help but chuckle.
Ummmm, anyone think that Sting is a little spoiled?????