I’ve noticed many times that Roxy will make a “bed” out of anything of ours that she can. It only need be about the size of a sock or Kleenex. If it’s on the floor, she will make herself comfy on it. THIS, however, really took the cake: the table cloth blew off the patio table and became a bed today. She is so far at the end of her backyard runner I really don’t see how relaxing it would be to sack out on this with her collar gagging her but that did not seem to affect her. Oh brother is about all I can say!
