Wrong bed

I bought a little bed for Fritz the dachshund (as a present for having his manhood removed, you understand!), in which he showed no interest.

 

Ralph, however, fiound it extremely interesting, and these pics are of the first time he determined to make it his own. He eventually rolled off the window-ledge on to the sofa still with the bed round him, and luckily Hetty mananaged to jump out of the way before she got squashed.

 

You can see Fritz letting the air get to his scars, which healed very rapidly.

 

I expect Ralph imagined he is the same size as the others; lurchers are not endowed with large brains.

 

This is just a bit of fun, and I hope you like it!

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