About a year ago I set out to create a dog house for Nala so that she would stop sleeping on our couch where the fur she shed there would invariably wind up all over my clothing. I took the doors off an antique Chinese chest we own and added a nice pillow to the base. It was the perfect size for Nala and I was dismayed by her absolute refusal to avail herself of this new abode. In the last few months, however, she has started, of her own volition, to make use of her Asian-inspired home. Maya, whose bedroom currently contains no less than three beds, for reasons I cannot begin to explain, decided she would join Nala for a short nap today. Incidentally, Nala still sleeps on the couch, quietly moving to her own house when I come downstairs in the morning.