MAN DOG CAVE

I have my own Man Dog Cave.  It’s where I feel safe. It’s where light can’t make my eyes hurt.  It’s firm and soft all the same time.  It’s awesome!

When Guardian first brought me here, I got put in this wire box.  The door was shut at night. I didn’t like that and my stomach got all funny.  I had to get rid of what was in there making me feel funny.  Guardian was sort of annoyed, but she got it that I didn’t need to be locked in the wire box.  So when Guardian finally left the door open, my tummy felt good, and I felt good.  That’s when the wire box became my Man Dog Cave.

Jazz doesn’t have a Girl Dog Cave.  She loves this big ball thing that she can almost get lost in.  She sometimes comes into my Man Dog Cave in the morning when Guardian gets up, but she never stays.  I think she’s envious, but she also comes in there to make sure I’m where I’m supposed to be.  Sometimes even we nap next to each other during the day (never in my Man Dog Cave), but she’s not gonna get my Man Dog Cave.  A guy has to draw the line somewhere.