Last week, Mom decided that the blanket Clyde had been using as his upstairs bed was leaving too much fluff around on the carpet (not that she cares overly much about either carpet or fluff, but it was a tad unattractive), so she broke down and went to Farm King for a real doggy bed for Clyde.
At first, he didn't know what to do with the thing, so Mom put his downstairs blanket on top of it, so Clyde might recognize that it was intended for his use.
He also needed a rawhide treat, for comfort.
The bed took some getting used to.
Eventually, though, he found the right way to use the thing.