July 19th 2009 4:43 pm
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Just before the 4th of July my Mistress got a pretty new comforter for the bed, made in Portugal and called Matisse. It is embroidered and is comfy cotton so it is washable (good thing). Our Mistress was in bed the other night reading and Bert was laying next to the bed on the floor. We both know better than to get on the bed. We have our own beds and comfy places to lay. Anyway there is always a lot of fire crackers around here and people firing guns around the 4th of July. Well there was a loud shot and Bert jumped up on the bed next to the Mistess so fast-like the blink of an eye. He was scared and she let him lay there so she could comfort him and cuddle him, but little did she know that the shot scared the pee right out of Bert and the comforter got wet! Later that night she made Bert get off the bed so she and the Master could go to sleep. Low and behold there was a yellow stain on the brand new comforter! Well off came the comforter and into the wash it went, she said no time like the present to see how good it's washing capabilities were. She was so good to my Dad, comforting him when he was afraid and then never saying a word about the accident and calmly taking the quilt to the washing machine. By the way it did wash up very nicely and the yellow stain came right out!

Well I decided I wanted to see what that comforter felt like next to my skin so Friday I hopped up on the bed and laid down pretty as you please because Wednesday we had gotten groomed and yes siree I am pretty! I settled in for a long winters nap but the matching pillow to the new quilt caught my eye so I decided to play around with it before I went to sleep. I think I am still a pup and I like to "teeth" on things like soft pillows. So I teethed all around the edges of the pillow and got it all good and wet. Then I found the little cleaning tag and it was in the way, so I tore it off. Well I got rid of that offending tag that's for sure. Once I tore it off I heard my Master coming, so I batted the pillow onto the floor and got rid of the pillow fast. Then I just laid on the bed pretty as you please as if nothing was wrong.

The Master came into the bedroom because he had heard me rip the tag and found the pillow on the floor and he made me get off the bed. He said the Mistress would be mad at me if I tore up the new pillow! No she wouldn't she would still love me, after all I tore the carpet all up and she never got mad, she just installed new tile and bought me a high class condo that I go in when they leave the house-so there Master!

Well the mistress came home and she sprayed the nice pillow with an organic spray that I don't like to chew. Darn it all my fun has been spoiled. She laughed when the Master told her the story and then she gave me LOVE!