You hear people say that a dog is a man’s best friend. My dog is a little more than eleven years old now. She definitely is my best friend. My golden retriever is always there looking for me to show her some love. It does not take much to make her happy. She is content just to watch me and hopefully get me to pet her every once in a while. First thing as I come through the door, she is waiting for me to take her for a walk and say hello. Her favorite part about the walk is to get a treat when we come back inside. Sometimes I think she wants to go outside just so when we come back she can get a treat. As she gets older, she does not get up and run around as often as she did a few years back when she was just a young pup. Instead, she spends most of her days curled up in the sun lying on her favorite easy to clean dog bed. We bought it for her shortly after we brought her home from the breeder. I love this dog bed, it is so durable and easy to clean, it just wipes off. If you ever are looking around the house to find her, you only have to look in that one place. She is sleeping more and more every day. I remember the day we were at the store getting some toys and things for her when I saw the dog beds. It was a lot cleaner and the colors were not as faded as they are today. From all those years sleeping and rolling around on the bed, you can see where she has worn it down and helped fade the color. It is easy enough to clean, but my dog does not like it very much when we take it away from her to put it into the wash. She is like a little kid who does not want to part from his or her favorite pillow or blanket. It smells like her and has become a fixture in the corner of our sunroom. Pretty much every day lately I get down and lay with her there on the floor. She is starting to wake up, so I am going to go take her for a walk. I think she can already taste the treat.