I’ve gotten way behind on my house chores. An unexpected early work day gives me the opportunity to catch up.
Among the plethora of chores I’m behind on is laundry. Dog laundry to be more specific. Every week I wash all dog beds, blankets and even their toys.
I just started the 3rd load, and noticed the living room had no more toys strewn about. I could have sworn there were more.
Then I found this:
Apparently Willy is as displeased over the prospect of laundering the toys today as he was over my timing of washing the couch cover yesterday.
He’s going to be quite peeved in about 30 minutes when the current wash load is finished and the bed he’s sleeping on will be disassembled for the next one.