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Bag Boy, Bag ManI did not mind sleeping in the dog bed. The last time I stayed with Fern I was of much smaller stature and easily crammed into the apartment. The bed, a comfortable five-inch cushion measuring forty-four inches long by thirty-four inches wide, designed for large canines of sixty to ninety pounds, was a perfect fit. Why should Fern pay for a regular bed if my stint was the usual year? And who knew how large I would be on my next turn? During my first tour with Fern and Yudel, on the nights when there was no heat, I slept with Jerry. He emitted the same stale smell of cheese as his father. Thus, the dog bed was a clever and welcome solution, as it was unused and without odor.
If Fern was watching, I would scratch my head with an agitated paw motion and pretend I was tra
