I ran over my dog and she still loves me.

Twenty times a day, I run over my dog

…because she sits RIGHT behind my desk chair.

The near-misses and actual collisions have produced much anxiety for me and the dog.

So, I decided to get her a nice, fluffy bed to enjoy at a safe distance from my chair.

She *HATES* the doggy bed with a passion that belies understanding.

She refuses to get into said doggy bed and I have NO idea WHY!

It’s soft, comfy, and clean…unlike my floor. What gives?

I spent $30 for that doggy bed. Thirty bucks!

I am determined to use the blasted thing, gosh darn it.

So, I took matters into my own hands and deposited her into the bed.

Have you ever seen such fear and distaste on a face before?

It’s like I’m making her eat worms. Or locking her in a dank cell.

After numerous attempts, pleading, and a few tantrums, we made the bed work.

My dog no longer sits an inch away from my desk chair.

She sits an inch away from the doggy bed, which is an inch from my chair.

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This post brought to you by The Law of Unintended Consequences.

May your consequences by predictable…unlike mine.

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Suggestions to entice my dog to use the bed are most welcome!