Dog Bed

Another lovely, lazy weekend has gone by.  The temps reached mid-60's and no rain so we were actually able to get outside and enjoy it.  My Aussie and I logged about 8 kms on a run to Rose Bay and finally located the Masterchef Australia house where all the contestants are residing at the moment.  This is a show similar to Topchef in the states but it's even better I think.  I've become addicted and it's fueled my desire to cook new and amazing dishes based on Australian produce and cuisine.  The house is on the back side of Darling Point, where we live and situated on Double Bay.  I was a bit starstruck, if one can get that way about a house??

And although we didn't win Powerball, I went ahead and spent a small fortune on a dog bed for Bailey, against my Aussie's request.  My second official partner faux pax.  (My first one was when I exceeded the IKEA budget by about $700 on a solo trip I took without him ).  The dog bed was about $200.  Yes, I know that it's pretty expensive but Bailey has never had a bed before.  He's almost 10-years-old now and the arthritis in his knees and hips isn't getting any better by sleeping on the cold tile in our apartment.  And it's the kind of bed that will probably last him the rest of his life- good quality, easy to wash, very durable.  And to top it off, he loves it.  Take a look:

He loves it so much that when my Aussie jokes around and tries to sit in the bed, Bailey gets all huffy and snorts and tries to get him out.  So although I did feel the sting for a bit about purchasing this bed without my Aussie's agreement, he has warmed up to the fact that Bailey loves it.  I learned my lesson though.  For the next couple of days, my Aussie used "dog bed" as the frame of currency.  "Oh, you're getting your hair cut on Saturday- that'll cost about 1/2 a dog bed."  "I spent about 1/4 of a dog bed at the grocery store."  "That new coat I want will be about a dog bed."  You get the idea and I'm learning...