I found a quilt in storage, brought it out, ande ran it through the drier.

I then put it on the bed, and left to get a cup of coffee,but I heard Sugar-Belle chirping back in the room, she was attacking them corners of the quilt, I guess to make sure it knew its place.

Then like a dog she walk in a circle three times and laid down.

I guess I’m lucky to have a professional quilt trainer