This is the scene I happened upon this morning in the living room. Misha sitting by her poor blanket strewn across the floor. Who would have done such a thing? (I’ll give you a hint…she has four legs…)
She waited for me to come over and put the blanket in it’s rightful place. Only then would things be back to normal. A dog who burrows under her blanket must have her blanket in her bed!