Pebbles made a cozy little hidey place for our dog, Fighter.
For the record, Fighter is not a Fighter. And a little hidey place is all he needs because he’s also not big. He’s about 8 lbs. of not big.
So the name Fighter doesn’t really suit him. But that’s what happens when you let an 8-year-old name the dog.
So Pebbles made a cozy little hidey place for our dog, Fighter. She calls it his man cave. I call it a doggie blanket fort.
Pebbles was very proud of the cozy little get-away man cave she fashioned for Fighter. She described it in glowing terms, as if she’s practicing for the real estate licensing exam, pointing out the pillows on the floor for comfort, how dark it is so he feels hidden.
“And,” she exclaimed, with a sweeping hand gesture, “it’s bigger on the inside than it looks!”
I swear that Pebbles has never seen an episode of Dr. Who, nor has she ever heard of a TARDIS. Oddly, no one in our home has ever watched Dr. Who and yet I know what a TARDIS is and who and what Dr. Who is, but The Rock doesn’t.
That right there demonstrates who in our family most values continuing education. Or, depending on how you look at it, spending lots of time in front of a computer, worshipping at the feet of the all-knowing Oracle Google.
In case you’re wondering, no, Fighter’s bigger-on-the-inside man cave doesn’t look anything like a TARDIS. Remember I told you I call it a doggie blanket fort?
Here he is enjoying the comforts of his new cave, contentedly gnawing away at a bone.
What more could an 8 lb. man want?