We first knew Marley the Dog had non-traditional bedding habits a couple of weeks ago when we found him from time to time curled up inside the cheminea, nestled in the ashes. I lodged a fat knot of wood in the potbelly to dissuade that messy practice.

Of course, we knew from the beginning that Marley is a determined boy. So we’re not so surprised at his latest notion of “Pot”purpedic comfort.

The flower pot is filled with dry potting soil, in case anyone wonders.