Comfort of Own Bed

Sage loves her beds.  Yes, that is plural.  She has one in the study that is piled high with an old sleeping bag, a blanket, and her bed.  And one in the dining room, where she can command a view of much of the first floor.

Whenever we get home from a trip, Sage heads for her beds.  Sniffs, walks on them, paws at them...it's two things: checking to make sure no one was one them while she was gone and to make sure Annie knows these are her beds.

I couldn't agree with comfort of own bed more.  I love my bed.  And maybe I'll walk around mine, scratch at it, making sure Little Red Riding Hood hasn't slept there and to let Annie know...

Ah, never mind.

Murphy's Day.