I spotted the most adorable pink, soft, cushy dog bed…And! it was in the shape of a mini-house. While purchasing it, a visual in my mind popped up that went like this…
…Olive running in thrilled to see her new, brand new, cute pink, mini-dog house. I call it the princess bed. She would lay down inside and be in heaven.
Meanwhile back in real life…It was not a princess bed to Olive, it was a pure torture chamber sent from the depths of the unknown. Do you think she hated it? Just a weeeee bit. No amount of petting her while in the bed or treats even made her like this thing. After weeks of hoping and bribing her to like the princess house…We gave in.
That look is, ‘Meeeehhhhhhh, I don’t like it…wahhh. Why are you torturing me?!?’
Until we find something else, Olive is happily back in her old bed that SHE TORE UP! -see that blog post here. So, Milan wrapped it in one of their blankets to keep the fluff in, and she couldn’t be happier.