Let me begin by saying that I love my pups to the moon and back. Really. They make my life infinitely more happy, exciting, and interesting.
Interesting isn’t always a good thing, is it?
Who remembers this little number I posted on my Instagram feed less than ten months ago?:
Who remembers this one? 1 comforter, 2 pissed off fur-parents, 3 holes, 4 legs responsible. Rhymes with “moody,” which is what we were at the time:
Ahhh, it felt so nice to wake up for a bit and then doze back off. Rudy was so sweet to even stay to cuddle with me. Usually he gets up with papa to go outside and eat. But, Saturday mornin’ mama got some extra snuggles.
And then I woke back up.
Lots and lots of feathers.
I mean, you guys know Rudy has quite the track record. But, I want to believe that it was an honest mistake. I know, I know, with his history, it’s super hard to believe, but hear me out.
Rudy is obsessed with these stuff-less toys we bot them. Obsessed. It just so happens that his stuffie of choice that morning was a gray raccoon. It just so happens that our duvet cover is also gray. I don’t think he meant to. Really. He just got super into it and got carried away.
When it came time to tell Craig, I obviously prefaced it with, “Okay, I’m going to tell you something but you have to promise not to be mad.”
Just by my saying that – he was already mad. #oops
In the end, he gave me a week to “fix the situation” and my solution cannot include buying a new comforter. Sooo, looks like the down comforter is going to be getting a hack-sew job.