In an attempt to make me feel bad, the boy animals decided that they were going to sleep in a box to protest the dire conditions I keep them in.
Mingus feels that I am especially cruel for making such a large dog sleep in such a small box.
Fifty, on the other hand, doesn't really care for this box business, but she would like me to bathe Mingus. She thinks he stinks.
Greaseball, king of the household, decides that Mingus should not get this sleeping space. Greasy frequently takes over spots that Mingus likes, and Mingus is usually too terrified of Greaseball to protest.
Again, Fifty wants to know why these boy animals are so stupid that they sleep in a box.
The novelty of a new bed box wore off, and someone decided to go all rock star on it. Since this is the fate of all nice beds I've bought them, I'm going to continue to let them have old towels and clothes as their bed. And boxes.