Granted, his pen is (as are the other dog crates) on an outside wall, and the house is poorly insulated and this room used to be the garage so is especially drafty. But he had blankies and pads galore in there, in his pen, which he would ruck up into this mess and curl up and sleep.....for awhile.
And then, about 1 in the morning, he would begin to whine.
I never knew what, exactly, he wanted. But he was dedicated. Nothing shut him up.
And then, the hand of fate and Mr.Biskit stepped in.
On one of his routine perusals of various retail establishments, DH (aka Mr Biskit) found a little bed, a dog bed, and after some deliberation (the cover does not come off and it is actually too small) he brought it home for Nigel.
And the rest is history.
Yesterday morning, after his second sleep-through-the-night-in-his-new-bed experience, Nigel did not even move when I opened his pen. Usually he bolts out, but yesterday he did not even raise his head, simply rolled his eyes in exasperation.
I have to admit, he looks cozy.
Never underestimate a Basset's quest for creature-comfort. He gets in and out of that bed without the use of his back legs, and it is clearly his favorite place in the world.
Meanwhile, his playmate Doc, continues to be weird, at least to a basset's way of thinking.
He looks more like a coyote than ever, but now and then I see a flash of what he is going to be.
Today, in fact, he is 5 months old.
The standard says:"...always in motion when not under command".
and sometimes that just gets to be
a bit
Much.
