Day 29: Martha’s got nothing on me

Martha may have written the book on well, everything, but believe it or not, sometimes even the uncraftiest of us (namely: me) can bust out a dazzling show of domestication.

That’s right, folks: I actually made the dog bed this morning! Which is miraculous in itself, sure, but the best part?

These two guys are actually sleeping on it, right now.

dog bed
Sure, they look innocent…

I went out to the living room to grab my phone for a picture, and there they were! Of course, it’s more likely because Darrell is occupying the entire length of the new couch, but hey, I’ll take my victories where I can get them.

You see the one on the right? He’s the master of destruction. Wondering why I took the time to make a dog bed, rather than just going out to get one? Let me paint you a picture. I call it, “This is why we can’t have nice things.”

Lambeau, in his not yet three years of life, has demolished at least three dog beds, a couch, a chair, more blankets than I can count and several pairs of shoes. He’s even attempted to eat his way through a door. And somehow, I still love the little jerk. Which explains why, when I had scraps of foam core from the couch he destroyed, along with a shower curtain that Darrell managed to get deck stain on, I decided to spend a couple hours at the sewing machine to make a free bed.

Ahh, the life of a dog parent.

Regardless of why I made the dog bed though, I’m pretty proud I managed to sew an even remotely straight line. Crafting is not my forte, but I think even my friend Nicole would be proud.

Here’s hoping Lambeau doesn’t get hungry while I’m sleeping.




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