I've always found it unfair that dogs don't have the luxury of toilet paper. And yesterday reminded me how I miss this fact, too. Sequoia had an issue with some left over doo-doo that got on our white down comforter. Luckily, I'm a magic stain getter outer (thanks Mom!) and after some sa8-magic and a load of laundry, it's looking brand new.
Girls helping dad make the bed
Dave and I always put the duvet cover on together. It's our thing. We enjoy shaking it like those parachutes you would shake in 2nd grade gym class. Sequoia thought it was quite fun to pounce on it until mom and dad out-smarted her. We would time the top of the parachute arc to coincide with her entrance on to the bed. Then boom! We'd cover her up. She had a blast. Both girls helped break in the newly cleaned comforter with dad.
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