Big Brother brought his own bedding to the Gulch this past week, and abandoned it to fly home. Thoughtfully he made it twin-size. So I washed the sizing out of the sheets and installed them on my bed. This morning. Without thinking about something somebody considers important…
I should maybe consider changing the fitted sheet more often than I do…

















































Definitely a “what do you think you are doing!” expression on that dog.
He looks ok with the bed – more of a look of “why are you taking my picture in the privacy of the bedroom?”. 🙂
If you complain TOO much, he might use his other end to make it smell like him…