Pug Pancake
Even though I deep-cleaned all of Sid’s beds down at the laundromat this past weekend and returned them to a fresh-smelling fluffy state, he insists on lying on the hardwood floor like a pancake.
I understand that during the sweltering summer months the cold floor tends to provide relief from the heat but it just snowed here on Monday, so we’re nowhere near summer.
Maybe I need to try lying on the floor with him to see what I’m missing out on.
