My Stupid Dog

I have been making a Halloween costume for one of my Granddaughters, and I have the pieces of material and other bits in a plastic carrier bag sitting on the floor in a corner.

5 times I have had to stop my Bayley making a nest with it. I sit here on the comp or watching tv and will suddenly hear rustling from the corner. Half of the bits are out of the bag and he is twisting and digging around in a circle ready to make himself comfy.

So now I have fooled him.

By getting another carrier bag and shoving his blanket in there, replacing that with the Halloween bits carrier, he is now happy to use his own blanket and carrier bag instead of my material.

He must either like the sound or the feel of a carrier bag. Stupid weird dog!