Nuzzle Nest Dog Bed

Nuzzle Nest Dog Bed - Tan - 40"


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Is this bed big enough for my dog?
I want to get a bed for my dog. I like the Caddis Nuzzle Nest but a lot of the reviews said it was comfy but is smaller than it seems. So how big of a dog can fit on an extra large? My dog is an Akita/Chow mix


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The life of a shelter dog, I wanted to share this with everyone. Some have seen it before and some have not?
"How Could You?" By Jim Willis When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was bad, you'd shake your finger at me and ask, "How could you?" –but then you'd relent, and roll me over for a belly rub. My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be anymore perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because you said ice cream is bad for dogs), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day. Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through your heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" –still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy! Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled and I wanted to mother them too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love". As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked their fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch –because your touch was now so infrequent –and I would have defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waiting for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog" and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and them will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family", but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear and hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said, "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers". You had to pry your son's fingers from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked, "How could you?" They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you; that you had changed your mind –that this was a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body I lay down sleepily, looking into her kind eyes and murmured, "How could you?" Perhaps she understood my dogspeak because she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained that it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned or have to fend for myslef: a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was you, my beloved master, that I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty. The End A note from the author: If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly owned pets who die each year in American shelters. I just read both "A Dogs Plea" and " A Chained Dogs Plea" They too made me cry.

I read that one night when I was contemplating giving up on my severly dog aggressive dog. I just started bawling and knew that she was worth saving. It's been a lot of work but we have come a long way and she was absolutely worth it. I think that is a wonderful story and I think everyone should hear it.
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How unnaturally sweet is this?
My cocker dog and shih-tzu mix puppy are asleep in the big dog bed. The puppy in his sleep is nuzzling up to my cocker and it appears he's dreaming about nursing. My cocker has this weirded out look on his face, crying. lol It's not what Giselle thought. In fact, I don't see how anyone with a clean mind could have thought of such a thing..

Awww! Sounds like a Kodak moment!!
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Is my old cat senile or am I overreacting?
My cat is 16 years old and in pretty good health (only a little arthritis to report which we are treating quite well with Cosequin, FYI). However, lately she has been exhibiting some strange behavior. For example, she has been sleeping in strange places, i.e. the dog's bed and inside the dog's crate. She has her own fluffy bed so I don't get it. Also, her and the dog don't particularly get along well so I can't imagine that she would want to nuzzle down for a nap in his bed. Moreover, she's never been a big fan of crates so this type of behavior has me a little worried. Is this the first signs of senility or is she just telling me she wants a new bed?

I do think that this is something to be concerned about. Are you sure that your cat is not in pain? I would take her to the vet just to make sure she is okay.
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