They put the words 52-inch right in the product name. (Now, I can be excused for overlooking this fact as I predominantly use the right side of my brain. Engineer Dan not so much.)
We really didn’t envision that both dogs would lie in the bed together, so we can’t use that rationale. (Sherbert has a certain love affair going with a Mushroom Bed, as you all know.)
And we really thought when they said “machine washable” they didn’t mean I would find myself at the laundromat, on a work night, with only four dollars in my pocket, trying to squish a pee-spotted 52-inch bed into the regular washers.
How much is the Megawasher?
6 dollars a wash.
Um, what kind of dog do you have, a bull mastiff?
(I then brought the 52-inch dog bed back to the house, after using our comforter (which I had also planned to wash at the laundromat) as a carrying device for the pee-soaked bed. The 52-inch bed went into the shower, where it bled all over the bath mat staining it hot pink. It has been “drying” on the deck ever since since Lunchbox can’t climb over the massive sides and settle into the creamy white middle without leaving a bit of a “mark”. The comforter went in our too-small washing machine where it proceeded to force water out the back (or something) and through the ceiling. Try keeping a puppy away from a plastic sand bucket collecting dripping water in the living room.)
As consolation for this travesty of a bed, I have a bit of solace. And that is the photos above. The main worry with Lunchbox has always been how anti-social, stink-eye wielding Sherbert would handle his presence. When Engineer Dan sent me these photos at work one day, I laughed out loud.
Not only were they sharing one (52-inch) bed seemingly amicably (in truth it was a fleeting hour), but Sherbert’s eyes were as bright and stinky as ever.