As Trucker walks through my office with a white fleece throw blanket draped over his back, I think of Linus in the comic strip Peanuts.
For Linus, his blanket meant security, and it often displayed magical powers.
Trucker also loves the magical security of blankets – 10 fleece throw blankets now, to be exact. I’ve bought him many since I adopted him two years ago at the age of 5. Three more fleece blankets featuring car and truck motifs cover my car seats during his transport. Other blankets vary from red plaid, to green, to snowmen, to stars and the moon.
He has also seized one of my old comforters, a couple of twin-size bed blankets, a crocheted afghan my mom made, a few yards of Snoopy motif fleece fabric and of course, my bedding on occasion.
My previous dog had an extensive collection of stuffed toys that were haphazardly strewn throughout various rooms in my house. For Trucker I have a stash of “blankies” in nearly every room.
Trucker loves nesting in them, having me cover him up with them, and covering himself up by rolling on one, grabbing it with his front teeth and wrapping it around himself. When he stands to venture into another room, a blanket often sticks to his fur with static electricity, causing him to wear it like a cape. My cats gather quickly to see what foreign object has hitched a ride on their big brother.
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