Chapter 01 · The incident
Three beds. One week.
In the fall of 2023, Buddy — sweet, gentle, deeply bored — discovered his life's purpose: unstuffing dog beds. The first one we forgave. The second one we laughed about. The third was sold to us as "chew-proof," and it lasted four hours.
So we did what everyone does. We ordered replacements online — things with five stars and suspicious enthusiasm in the reviews. What showed up was flimsy, smelled like a chemistry lab, and one toy lost its squeaker somewhere over the Pacific.
"We weren't angry at Buddy. We were angry that nothing sold for pets seemed to be made by people who actually had one."