I think it was that childhood doggy repression that has led to the overabundance of pooches that all us siblings currently have. I have 3 (assuming I count Tito as a dog, which I usually don't), my brother has 2, and my sister has 5*. And since my sister has begun recently downsizing to a smaller house, she's had to get rid of some of the several dozen dog beds** that she currently owns.
* sizes of her dogs - 2 XXL, 1 L, and 2 XXS. The sizes could not be more extreme. Two of them are black Labs that are 120 pounds and two are Chihuahuas are like 6 pounds.** I'm actually not embellishing on this one, she has a TON of dog beds in her house. Their bedroom is huge and the floor is literally a sea of dog beds.
She generously gave us a few of these extra dog beds, which was great. You can always use a few extras and they're mother expensive to purchase. As I've mentioned before, one of the beds was a pink and white frilly bed that said "Princess" on the side. From the second we brought it home and set it on the floor, Tito loved it. Loved it. Who knew that Tito was a princess trapped in a angry ball of fur? Well, I suspected. As the old adage goes "give a dog a princess bed and they're a princess for a day, give Tito a princess bed and he's a princess forever". Or something like that.
* OK technically it's not a princess bed since it says "Happy Spring" on the side, but since we're in the throes of winter, it ain't no Happy Spring right now.