August 18, 2026
Dogs belong in beds.
My grandpa would beat me if he knew I said that, but he has passed. And though he was right about a lot of things, he was not right about everything.
I remember the first time she slept in The Kansas Gastronomist’s bed. She had not slept in the bed before and was always in her pen at night. Then later relegated to the couch.
But I was having some new floors installed and that meant Ms. Hope had nowhere to be other than TKG’s bedroom. She whined and whimpered. And I said “okay,” and she launched herself onto my bed. And sank in.
And she’s never left and I wouldn’t change a thing.
