Scribblings

That feeling of wet

Got into bed a few nights ago and realized I’d forgotten to brush my teeth. Got up and went to the bathroom sink without putting my slippers on. Stepped on the little rug in front of the sink and it was soaking wet. Turns out that when BuddhaBubba gets up in the evening as we watch TV and goes into my bathroom, it’s not to get a drink of water… it’s to empty the last drink out on my rug.

It’s a good thing I love that dog so much.