Friday, January 26, 2018

I Mended And Sewed The Kitchen Dog Bed To The Symphony Of Lobo Whining

The past few weeks have been crazier and busier than usual. I'm in the middle of another 6-week project for a client of mine that requires extensive research, writing, and multiple deadlines. It takes up a good portion of my week. It's the 5th project over the past year. During these 6-week projects, my To-Do list gets longer and longer and longer. One of the items on my list has been to repair the gigantic kitchen dog bed. It's big enough for all 4 of our kids to lay on at the same time.

Since we acquired this dog bed a few months ago, Willa has ripped one end of the dog bed apart, tore apart the zipper, and, when she's feeling sneaky and mischevious, she'll pull the stuffing out.

Yesterday, after completing our DIY Indoor Dog House, I decided to tackle this project. I should have done it a couple of weeks ago, but...time. Not enough of it when I'm doing these 6-week projects.

During the day, the kitchen dog bed is Lobo's favorite spot to lounge and nap. Willa and Sophie usually join him periodically throughout the day. Coco stretches out on the kitchen dog bed in the late afternoon.

I didn't realize until yesterday just how much Lobo is attached to and loves the kitchen dog bed.

Less than 2 minutes after I put the kitchen dog bed on the table to cut, adjust the stuffing, pin, and tackle the repairs via hand sewing, Lobo was at my feet. Whining.

At first, I couldn't figure out why he was whining. I stopped what I was doing. Picked him up. He wiggled around in my arms.

That's when I figured it out.

He wanted to lounge on the kitchen dog bed. He didn't understand why he wasn't able to or why I had it on the table.

Due to the number of pins I had to secure the side of the kitchen dog bed I had to hand sew, I didn't allow him on the dog bed while I was making the repairs.

I put him back on the floor.

It took close to an hour to repair the kitchen dog bed.

For the entire time, Lobo remained at my feet. Whining.

I felt bad.

It tugged at my heartstrings.

I felt like the world's worst Dog Mom.

I tried to reason with him...

"Mommy is fixing your doggy bed, Lobo. I'm almost done. I'd let you lounge on the dog bed, but there are too many pins in it right now. Mommy doesn't want you to get hurt."

Lobo continued to whine.

That's what I listened to the entire time.

It motivated me to sew a little quicker.

The moment I put the kitchen dog bed back on the floor, he ran to it. Twirled around in the center.

Plopped down.

Stretched out.

Fell asleep.

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