Some people have a hearth rug. My parents have a hearth dog. This is Beauregard, short name Beau. (My mother calls him Beauregardless.) He is my adopted youngest brother. He was among a litter of 5 hound mix pups that my mother and middle daughter K rescued on the dirt road (that my parents live off of) a short time ago. It was decided that my father wanted to keep one. Anyway, one of Beau's favorite places to sleep is on the hearth. Mom and Dad don't use the fireplace (as noted by how spotless it is), so it's unlikely to ever be a problem for him to sleep there. I wait to see how it all looks as he gets older and larger and doesn't fit so well. Heehee. It was quite interesting that me roaming around him snapping off a camera flash half a dozen times or so never caused him to even twitch. Talk about OUT. To his credit, he had just been through the horror of having been bathed by my oldest daughter E and may just have been worn out by the ordeal.
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