Parker decided a while ago that a patch of a century-old rug makes a comfortable bed. The rug hasn't turned black yet, but every time I vacuum it seems the thing yields an entire dog's worth of hair.
I delayed getting a dog bed because Parker ate the last one. Granted, he was 11 weeks old at the time. So, hoping he'd gotten past that phase, I took him to the pet store at lunch to audition beds. This is what he picked:
I think he's comfortable:
As for the urge to eat anything that gets too close to his nose, well, as I did a color test for the shot above, I decided not to worry any more:
Either he's grown up, or he's really sleepy.