I thought I’d enter this week’s photo challenge for fun. Although I have the run of my humans’ house, my basket is what I consider “home”. It’s where I store my toys, eat my snacks and sometimes play. It’s where I go when I’m feeling insecure, and it’s where I hide the things I don’t want my humans or Neurotic Cat to find.
When I first “moved in”. I still had my “baby teeth” – they did the job!
As you can see, it’s a big basket. I inherited it from Jessie, the last dog to live here. A blind person wove the basket – they did an awesome job!
Life with a Neurotic Cat 
Ah yes, the refuge from the neurotic feline…..!
A dog does need to be able to go somewhere for some peace and quiet. Do you have a neurotic cat too?
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Rosie Bear, i feel for you … cats are up in that rarefied atmosphere. No domestic one around here, but wild gorgeous feral; as well as genet, and the odd caracal (lynx). It would be a challenging chase, but you look like you could be quite tough? A staffie?
The way Neurotic Cat behaves sometimes, you would think she was feral! 😉 And she’s been living a comfortable life with our humans for 8 years now. Yes, I’m a Staffie.
That’s wonderful Rosie Bear, my favourite breed:)
That’s an awesome place to call your own!
Yes, it is awesome, isn’t it? So awesome that I don’t chew on it – and I chew on most things I own.
Adorable!
Thank you, Island Traveler! 🙂 I assume you’re talking about me, not the basket?
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Oh My Goodness, Rosie Bear, that is a *huge* basket. And it looks soo comfortable too. Do you sometimes share it with the Neurotic Cat, like if it’s freezing cold and rainy outside and you need some extra warmth? Mind you, I can totally understand it if you don’t feel like sharing it with anyone.
It is big isn’t it? Even though I’m all grown now, I can still lie stretched out flat in it. When Willie ordered the basket he told them he wanted one for a big dog. They thought he meant a Great Dane.
I don’t mind sharing it with Neurotic Cat, but she prefers to sleep on one of the beds, or on the sofa.
Personally, I think you can count yourself very lucky that you have your own big bed, Rosie Bear. And well, you may not be a Great Dane yet in body, but you certainly are a Big Dog in Spirit!
Home is where all your toys are!
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Rosie Bear; you are lucky with your humans: love all the pink and flowers to decorate your home. And lucky duck you, you won’t feel cold with that heater cosy right behind it! [All the same: hope you have another little hidey-hole for some of your precious bits too . . . just in case there is a big spring-clean or Lucy gets bored and curious . . .]
Thanks Eha! You’re right, I am lucky. I no longer have the pink blanket – I chewed huge holes in it! I did that to a lot of things in my first year. I have started hiding things in other places too. I like to leave stashes of doggie biscuits in a couple of places around the house. Just in case.
The pup here has a crate that she loves, but sometimes the scary cat will block her access (such a bully!) So she has to make do with wherever she can squish herself in times of emergency … vacuum cleaner on, humans finding the bin dumped, etc. You know how it is….glad you have a snug basket of your own, too!
What kind of dog is the pup? The vacuum cleaner scares me too! Thanks for visiting my blog and leaving such a nice comment. 🙂
She’s an Akita! But she’s a runt…only 65 lbs. our little fur- dumpling.
I’ve never met an Akita. ONLY 65 lbs?! That’s much bigger than me!
But at least 25 lb light for an Akita. She loooves little dogs, because she thinks she is one.