Remember me saying something about my dog harry being retarded? So I get home this morning look and he is not in his bed. I see stuffing all around his bed though. Luna comes trotting into the room wanting to go outside so I open the door to let her out. As soon as the door opens Harry's bed starts to move and a minute later his head pops out from inside his bed. The dumb idiot gutted his bed to sleep in it. The bad this is it's not even remotely cold in the house the thermostat reads 75*.