A bed is an important element to a happy life. I've learned this from my own experience as well as watching others. For instance, once my Uncle Harry got kicked out of the house by Aunt Hilda and he had to sleep in the next door neighbor's driveway (so the lights would shine on him and she could see him from the window and feel sorry for him...didn't work. He slept there til morning). The following day, Uncle Harry was definitely meaner than a junkyard dog.
Lack of sleep can cause a typically jovial chap to be as serious as the business end of a .45. So knowing that a good night's sleep brings out the best in us all, wouldn't you think parents, who otherwise "want the absolute best" for their children (and are even willing to do their class science project for them to ensure an "A") would buy the kid a decent bed? Apparently not...if you saw where I sleep you'd call CPS (Canine Protective Services).
Now, just today I was visiting my buddy Dandy King Herring and I got the most upsetting feeling of "bed envy". I moped all the way home. He has a Bella Creature Comfort Bed. It doesn't come with a sleep number but it rocks! He let me try it out...Ms. Herring had to come in and tell me it was time to leave. I thought I was dreaming when I saw that vision of her , so blonde, beautiful and elegant...but when she yanked my taill and told me to "high-tail" it home, I knew I was back to reality and back to my pathetic bed. I mean, how does mom think I'm going to be as fabulous as God intended if I can't even get a good nights rest..jeez!