Making a Bed: The GameAugust 28, 2006 My goal: make the bed. My enemies' goal: keep that from happening. What I bring you today is not a one-time occurrence. I just happened to capture it on film this time. In this house, making the bed is a physically and mentally exhausting exercise. I get "help" when I make the bed. And not the good kind. |
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I started with a stripped bed and clean sheets. And, naturally, a dog (Lou) with a stinky toy (hoof) on the bed I needed to make. |
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I straightened out the fitted sheet as much as I could around the dog. |
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It became apparent that Lou didn't care if I made the bed with him in it. I swear he is smiling here. |
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See? At the moment I snapped this photo, Lou was chewing away his hoof. He liked having a sheet over him. |
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So I reached in, grabbed his toy, and threw it out of the room. Even though I didn't try, I actually threw it into the stairwell, where it bounced down the stairs and onto the main floor. Score! That would keep him busy for a while. Long enough for me to get the flat sheet spread out. Then he was back. |
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And he brought back-up. Great. |
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So now the other team had me way outnumbered. |
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Ike was ordered to stand guard, or something. |
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EXACT same problem, different dog. Now Gus carried the hoof for his team. |
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Until a clap of thunder sent him running for shelter under the bed. I couldn't have put that into my game plan! |
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With Gus under the bed, I had a quick moment to straighten out the comforter. Lou got back on the bed and let me know that his toy was still under there. |
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I can't win. |
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Good enough. At least the sheets are clean. |
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My email - staci@verypink.com |
Chris' email - barkless3@yahoo.com |
