Bed

Apologies for another Weimie post, but... well you know.

His majesty likes to drag his beds around the house, then look disappointed that his actual bed is empty.

He has 3 beds that fit in the big plastic one. I dutifully replaced two of them, but being a Weimaraner (Impetuous, headstong, unpredictable, predictable, grey and a few other things besides) got in to his bed after I had recovered only two. So I put the third one on top.

Suspecting that he would object before I got the camera, I ran for it anyway, and got a shot. He stayed that way until we finally went to bed, and maybe even after that. Either way, never get between a Weimaraner and his bed. Or food. Or his lead. Or food. Did I mention food?