I swear I am a dog lover. I really am. But man, this dog, he’s testing me. If I had only known what kind of dog he would turn out to be, I never would have tarnished the name of a man I am so fond of.
We bought Willie a lovely new bed to put in his kennel. It was so warm and fuzzy and comfy that for a split second, I almost wished I was a wee little woman so I could have it for my own bed.
I put the bed in the kennel and then the girls and I went for a short bike ride. When we came back and let Willie out, this is what we found:
And no, that brown, furry mass you see is not a dead Willie. I did not kill him on the spot and leave him there in the kennel. Although, I ain’t gonna lie to ya, I wanted to. That is actually his bed. And all of the innards of the bed. So, I give up. He’ll sleep on an old blanket from now until eternity!
And now for a little trivia. Which one is the real Willie?
You be the judge.