My pictures of Silas are littered with an assortment of largely disreputable-looking beds and blankets.
We have the grey one, which goes way back to puppy days:
In fact, it goes way back to when I gave it to my husband, probably circa 2001. He resented the dog a little for taking it.
Later on we acquired the yellow one (foreground) and the blue one (background)
My mother gave him the red-striped one:
And, lest we forget, there is a lavender one, which is really just a piece of fleece fabric:
We also have a series of crate mats and dog beds. I keep buying them, hoping to replace this horrible thing:
We tried a really nice one from West Paw, which has somehow ended up staying in Silas’s travel crate:
And we get a lot of mileage from these fluffy ones, which Silas loves so much that we bought three:
(They’re from the pet store in my mom’s town, and I couldn’t risk going without one if he chewed a hole in it.)
Silas prefers them in a stack:
Or in your lap:
But most especially he prefers to be sucking on one as he goes to sleep:
I just go with it. It makes him happy.
I have finally learned to NEVER buy another blanket, because we’re obviously living in the textile version of Hotel California. I can “replace” them however many times I want, but when he roots through the stack to get his old favorites, I just don’t have the heart to get rid of them.