I went to a friend’s house for a birthday party the other night. (His, not mine.) The party was a ton of fun — how could it not be when Ramona and Corey are a ton of fun? First off, we had a 50th birthday party even though Corey is only 49. The idea was to get him used to being 50 so next year it won’t come us such a shock. I must say though that the words Corey used to thank us with were a tad-bit shocking. LOL!
When I stepped in the front door I automatically took off my shoes and left them by this huge dog bed. I don’t know why my brain didn’t register that as odd. Ramona and Corey have three tiny little dogs, a Shitzu, a Maltese, and a Pomeranian. I know from past visits that their dog beds are all in the master bedroom.
Anyway, I guess I was too busy looking around for friends and checking out the buffet table — stuffed mushrooms, yum! — to give two thoughts to the giant puppy mattress in the living room. That’s why I was so startled about 20 minutes later when a huge chunk of shag carpeting trotted through the room. Everyone was startled. Conversation stopped. We all stared at this humongous flokati rug as it plowed through the crowd, birthday boy in its wake, and shot out the front door.
When Corey and the dog disappeared from view we all turned our eyes toward Ramona. She said, “That’s Winston. We’re dog sitting. He’s an Old English Sheepdog.” Of course the normal rounds of jokes ensued — “Didn’t look old to me!” “Are you sure that was a dog?” “I thought the carpet threw up!” — and the party noise resumed.
Moments later one of the party guest let out a shriek. She’d just realized she was sitting in Winston’s bed, and she was totally covered in long gray and white hair. Luckily she was good natured and laughed about it. She said something I have always known — large dog beds make great floor pillows, but only if they don’t actually belong to large dogs!