Things were quiet. Too quiet.

Some time after taking my dog out for her morning toilette, I realized I hadn’t seen her in quite a while.

So I hunted her down, and found her in the downstairs powder room.

pembroke welsh corgi

What is she doing standing there, you ask?

I’ll tell you. She is stuck. Behind. The Boots. The awful, awful Boots.

I moved them. She’s free, now.

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