We have a cat, Jackson. He is fat and old and pees on things. But we love him anyway.
And a dog, Holly Akala (lovers of Maui will appreciate the name). She is slender and young and also pees on things. We also love her. She is a mutt that we rescued. Feel free to play guess the breed, because yes, we did a DNA test.
By the way, "we" is myself and this amazing woman who agreed to be my finacee (she may yet come to her senses)
Have you ever wondered if you should get a down comforter? Oh those pretty little feathers, so happily providing just the proper amount of insulation...keeping you warm in the winter and absorbing extra heat in the summer...
Taylor arrived home to this today:
Now those of you who know us understand that this dog has spent almost no time alone in her crate since we adopted Holly in September. She goes to work with us every day, and has AMAZING sitters when we are away. How long was she locked up today? Approximately 3 hours 45 minutes.
Perhaps she is super in tune and was concerned that one mom was at work while the other was getting her eyes dilated?
Perhaps she heard a car alarm that sounded like mine and flipped her shit that I didn't come release her?
Perhaps there was a squirrel? A bird? A rock?
Perhaps she just discovered that she had a lifelong affinity for feathers?
Taylor, being overly concerned for the dog's health when she locked her up for her incarceration turned on the fan. So now there are feathers in our feathers. In our feathers.
I'm not sure how many times we have emptied the vacuum at this point but I imagine that we will see feathers forever and seriously reconsider any future down comforter purchases...
