When we got home from Mass MoCA the cavernous art museum in North Adams, Mass.,, a highlight of Mafia’s  birthday celebration,  Zinnia’s new bed was waiting for us in a box much like the one our mattress came in.   We opened the box, cut the plastic bag and it just puffed right out.

It didn’t take long for Zinnia to find it and hop in.

It didn’t take Bud long either, he climbed right in with her. Fate, as usual, wanted no part of this cosseting, she is happy to sleep in a much smaller dog bed where she can curl up.

But wasted no time in checking out the new dog bed, he thinks every surface in the living room is a private bed for him. The dog beds are for dogs, and thus, beneath the Little King. He did jump in to check things out. We’re keeping his wicker throne in the living room, Zinnia’s bed was not as big as we thought it might be.

She loves it, and we’re happy to have a good resting place for the Queen of Chill. It’s up to her now, we don’t interfere in dog politics.

Bud has no qualms about taking the bed over when Zinnia went to get a drink of water. They’ll have to work things out. Zinnia has no idea she is big, and Bud has no idea he is small.

They’ll probably end up sleeping together is my bet, they are best pals.