on the dachshund

i admit it, i felt guilty about kicking santiago out of bed.
i hear him pacing, barking, whining.
i know he's probably cold without sheets to burrow under.

so what do i do?
i go out and spend $100 on a dog bed.
$100 i do not have. $100 i could have used for a textbook.
it's beautiful, fancy, and has a little hood that acts as a blanket for him to burrow in.

i bring it home, put it in his crate.
not 5 seconds later, he has peed on it.
not 1 minute later, he has dragged it out of the crate and is chewing mercilessly on the hood.

instead of kicking him out of bed, i shoulda kicked him out into the street.
how do you like me now, weiner dog?
pee on this.