My dog burrows under throws, too. It's a mystery how they know to do it. I'm trying to envision their wolf ancestors raiding linen closets for blankets until burrowing evolved into an instinct.
Submitted by pauline3 on 21 November 2007 - 9:07am.
Burrow, trample, nibble, you name it, he'll do it. He also mopes around looking lost until I put the throw over him and then he'll go to sleep, usually with his head on his pillow (which is one of those wheat filled pillows that was on the floor nowhere near his bed and he claimed as his own).
Submitted by Miggins on 21 November 2007 - 9:20am.
Our cats like to burrow too. Even on warm summer days, we'll find Peppy, the 5-year old Burmese, burrowed under the top layer of a folded woollen blanket on the sunny windowsill. (Nice life for cats!). Her half-sister is very businesslike about tunnelling under the bedclothes and settling at the foot of the bed for the night. Could be and evolutionary development from trying to be the warmest in a pile of kittens or puppies.
But I can't figure out the caveman version of the wheat-filled pillow! Radical innovation!
Submitted by Teresa on 21 November 2007 - 10:52am.
Crochet addict. Who'd have thunk it? ;) My mother wouldn't teach me because it was too "difficult" to teach me left-handed, so I finally completed 1996's New Year's resolution this May and taught myself from a leaflet found in the habadashery section of my local department store. Now, I'm unstoppable...
It's vanished. There is a leftover Halloween spook haunting this board. Pictures appear and then disappear. It happened to Soleil, too.
There he is! I took off the \ just before the end > and it worked. Who knows why...
Ghostbuster!
Sweet dog, nice throw.
My dog burrows under throws, too. It's a mystery how they know to do it. I'm trying to envision their wolf ancestors raiding linen closets for blankets until burrowing evolved into an instinct.
Burrow, trample, nibble, you name it, he'll do it. He also mopes around looking lost until I put the throw over him and then he'll go to sleep, usually with his head on his pillow (which is one of those wheat filled pillows that was on the floor nowhere near his bed and he claimed as his own).
Nice picture, Miggins!
Our cats like to burrow too. Even on warm summer days, we'll find Peppy, the 5-year old Burmese, burrowed under the top layer of a folded woollen blanket on the sunny windowsill. (Nice life for cats!). Her half-sister is very businesslike about tunnelling under the bedclothes and settling at the foot of the bed for the night. Could be and evolutionary development from trying to be the warmest in a pile of kittens or puppies.
But I can't figure out the caveman version of the wheat-filled pillow! Radical innovation!