Chuckmeister is officially a spoilt pup.
We got him this:
We got him his very own plush, sofa style doggie bed.
I do have to say that he loves it, which is a good thing.
The reason? It's freaking freezing here. Honestly, there is no heat in the house and it is C.O.L.D.
Not Little House on the Prairies cold or anything, but pretty darned chilly for most of the day. Chuckbackka was wandering around with chilly ears and cold paws and getting up on the furniture when we were here. Now, we have an unspoken agreement with him (what other kind can you have with a dog anyway) that he doesn't get on the furniture when we are awake/at home, and we pretend to not know that he does it when we are asleep/away.
His poochiness was cold enough to start eating away at that agreement.
We had mercy and got him a cozy bed of his own so he can be a little warmer, and we fixed up the beds he has as well so they stay a little warmer too.
Chuck seems happier and his ears warmer too. Still a spoiled mutt though.