Living with Bandit (my 11-year old Chinese Crested--hairless dog) and Moggy (our 2-year old DSH rescue kitty) is always an adventure. Each new day brings some little present. Tonight was no exception:
I found the duvet in the middle of the floor and I heard hurried scrambling behind the bookcase. Inhaling in preparation of a verbal chastisement (a "tell" a friend told be about years ago) I found the real shock--I was unable to speak!
Reposed on my duvet was not Bandit as expected--it was Moggy! A quick glance in the direction of the bookcase revealed Bandit scrambling out wearing nothing but a sheepish expression!
How the HECK did he fit back there?!
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