Old dog new bed

Poor old Una, we think she must be at least eighteen!! We have banned her from the sofa as she leaves certain . . . smells and sometimes . . . other things — aaahhhh!!

I found this green plastic box/tray/? thingy on the woodpile and with a swift cut of a jigsaw, thank you Ed, and added unwanted cushion and throw, we have a lovely cosy dog bed. Una hasn't tried to get back to the sofa, in fact I wouldn't mind a similar arrangement myself . . .as winter approaches.