Abby Normal the Lab here.
In my previous life I didn't get to get up on the furniture and was outside in the cold a lot but after 5 months in a shelter while I was sick with heartworms, my new Mom Brigid let me up on the couch. I kept getting down as I didn't think I was supposed to be up there, but she said it was OK and gave me pats. It's so soft but I only sneak up there when Mom and Dad aren't on it.
I had my own little dog bed where Mom used to stay when she was working. It was more comfy than the hard floor of a kennel, but it was cheap and thin and it wasn't not real poofy - nothing like "THE BED", but Mom keeps the bedroom door closed when she is at work as she has a fancy schmancy bedspread on there that is hard to clean.
Then one day shortly after she and Dad adopted me, a big box came to Mom's work crash pad. Mom said it was from Orvis as they had a sale-- a BIG sale and she got something for almost half price. Barkley had an Orvis bed and just loved it and it lasted forever, but she wanted me to have one of my own.
It's the world's biggest softest dog bed! It's so fluffy, with really tight stitching and a durable, ultra-soft cover. When she took it out of the wrapping-- it expanded like a life raft.
The young Indian pilots were QUITE excited about the flight and about just learning to fly their first jet so Mom and her copilot told them to just read and relax in the back and "don't touch anything".
Halfway across the Atlantic there's this big WHOOOSH sound from the cabin and one of them ran forward with -
"Captain B! Captain B! Raft Veery BIG! Raft, Veery BIG.!"
Yup - they'd accidentally inflated the life raft and Mom had to kill it with a cheese knife from the galley so they could exit the airplane when they all landed to fuel.
So, it was sort of like that. Bed very big! Bed very big! Look - my tail has gone hypersonic!
My Orvis bed is SOOOO COMFY!
I can't believe it's still all mine all the time and I don't have to sleep on the Pita Bed from Walmart anymore. I love my furever home.