Yes, I did receive the beds yesterday. Sorry I didn't post last night to thank you
Now I understand why you had such a hard time with both the sewing and attaching the pillows. If I had to work with the thickness of the batting, I would've given up after the first one, sewing machine or not.
I only have Pookie and Squirt to test out the beds today. We'll see how they like it.
If Digi is sitting in front of the living room window, on the other side of him, he wouldn't bat an eye for however many hours she's there (given that Digi didn't move nor make a peep). BUT, if I put Gianna in front of the other window, he would be trying to get to the other side no matter what I threaten him with, and would frequently head bob and black beard me for not allowing him to move.
I also have to keep reminding him that I was the one who let Gianna out of her house, that I said it was ok for her to come out to play, and that I will be/am watching her. Some days he'd be fine with that, but other days, he has to keep trying until I finally give in and put Gianna back into her house.
Could it be that Pookie still views his daughter as this itty bitty baby? Because he doesn't think that babies are allowed to roam free in the living room, much less be out of her house.
Oh, I completely forgot to mention that even Squirt could be sitting on the other side of the window and Pookie couldn't care less.
Yeah. :dontknow: is about all I can say, too. It's so weird how Pookie treats Gianna so differently from everyone else, and each beardie is treated differently from another beardie.
I so wish that Pookie could talk, or at least I can speak beardie, so I could figure him out.
Yesterday afternoon, after I had put Gianna back home because she kept running around the living room floor, acting like she wanted to go home, Pookie had gone home himself (he does that sometimes when there's nobody to play with). Shortly after Gianna went home, she made a small poopy, and of course, because of the you-need-to-poop-first-then-you-can-come-out-to-play rule, she immediately started to manically pace her house. After listening and watching this for about 10 minutes or so, I finally couldn't take it anymore and took her out, then plopped her in front of the living room window, on Pookie's side (because I thought that he wasn't going to come back out). Some time passes and Pookie decided to do a poopy then wanted out. He immediately made it up onto the couch, but what happened next was the amazing part. Instead of making a right up to the window, which is his usual routine without even thinking about it, he made a left. Not only did he NOT go right, but he climbed all the way up to the left side of the window and stayed! Pookie actually went to the other side of the window because his daughter was sitting at his side! And, to top it off, I didn't even say a word; he did it all on his own!