Poor Archie, everyone has a bed and he has to sleep on the floor....Yeah, before you start feeling sorry for the little babe, thinking he has no where to rest his sweet head, don't. The other dogs are not being mean, they understand the importance of taking care of their soft, cushy bed. Archie, on the other hand, hasn't figured out that, where he sleeps cannot be the same as, what he wants to tear apart.
This is the third time he has shredded his bed, I keep re stuffing and sewing it back up, but he can't help himself. I think it goes back to his first kill when he discovered the taste for polyester stuffing (see July post: Gluttony) as he tore apart and ate a little fuzzy duck. To this day, I can still hear that poor duck quacking as it was being devoured, "Quack...help me, quack, quack." Whatever the case, that crazy little Beagle will someday have to learn that if you eat your bed, you won't have anything to sleep in.
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