Yesterday, Garry and I spent hours restoring our huge comforter into its cover.
The comforter is 120 X 98 inches (305 by 299 cm). It’s called a “Super King.” There is one bigger size. It’s not wider, but it is taller. Garry and I didn’t need something longer. We are short people. Anyway, this comforter is mostly feathers and weighs a ton. I have dreams of being trapped in bed. When I wake up, I am trapped in bed.
With Duke sharing the bed, the cover began to feel a bit “outdoorsy.” We had to wash the cover. Now we needed to stuff it back in. This is a maddeningly difficult job. I wasn’t good at it ever, but with a comforter of this enormity? Oy.
Almost three hours later, it was almost right. Not quite, though. I was pretty sure it was wrong side up (or down) — depending on how you look at it. At some point, we got tired and gave up. This morning, I unzipped it and turned it around. NOW it fits. Finally.
It’s exactly like putting the biggest pillow in the world into a giant pillowcase. Since the cover was almost as expensive as the comforter, they could add one more zipper which would make it a thousand times easier to manage.
There is only one answer. The Duke needs to sleep in his bed or on his blankets –not our bed. Not only does Duke take up more bed than Garry and I together, but he goes out and comes back covered in sand and dirt, then jumps in with us. The time has come to change things. We have to do what we really aren’t good at: discipline!
We brought two of his blankets and some toys into the bedroom. Even though he threw us many dirty looks, he got the connection between his bed, his blankets, toys, and sleeping down there.
Sometimes, you gotta do what you gotta do.