On my second trip “to Scotland” as the locals say – I can’t say I went to the mainland, as the island that Kirkwall is on is called The Mainland by Orcadians (ditto the big island in Shetland), and here they call heading off the island as going to Scotland – I bought Scout a new bed. I hadn’t seen the point in schlepping her old bed across the ocean in its own suitcase, so I waited until we got here, then stopped in a lovely pet shop in Wick and picked up this beauty at the end of October. Not cheap, I might add.
She has used it twice – both times at my encouragement. Instead, she has chosen the thin carpet on the hard floor on the concrete pad in my bedroom. It’s her favorite place in the house, regardless of where I am.
She also won’t lie on the sofa beside me as she did back home – if she does want to be with me in the living room, she prefers to sit on the floor directly in front of me (to give me the best chance to pet her). And no chance to see the TV she is blocking. It’s like she knows the exact spot to cause the most inconvenience. So the soft, fuzzy rug I bought for her to lie on on the sofa was equally wasted. Nice.
I have kept the receipt from the bed and really should call the store and see what their return policy is. But as Wick is a ferry-ride away, I see no point in rushing this. Who knows? She may suddenly change her mind. Uh-huh.
I wonder if it is the heated floors that is having her change her habits? Exact opposite of Winston who loves the cold floors, which flares up his arthritis……regardless of what I say, he does not listen. Ah well
I personally think the bed is delightful