While I’m laying around on the floor studying at night, Linus oftentimes takes this blanket out of the storage bin by HIMSELF and devotes about 15 minutes to forming it into the perfect “bed” next to me. He pushes, he smooshes, he paws and he claws. After diligently working, a suitable “dog bed” is formed.

This incredibly spoiled dog, mind you, who has his own $110 dog bed RIGHT THERE, however clearly prefers the snuggly, moldable qualities of the blanket.

Rather evocative of another Linus and his beloved blanket.