
He was so little and so sweet that he'd sleep on the bed with us. It wasn't so bad at first, but as time passed, Henley grew....and grew until now he stands at 42" and weighs 160 lbs. When we moved into this house I was determined to break him of sleeping on our bed. I had great success with it, thanks to a baby gate put up high enough on the doorway that he couldn't jump over it without a running start. Anyway, we've been meaning to buy him a bed but just haven't done it.
Today my dear friend Pam (primo seamstress/decorator) made him his own bed. I thought we might have to actually coax him onto it the first time or two. I was wrong:

I'd say he was one sleepy but happy Dane. Sweet dreams, Henley!
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