I was gently roused from my 4 hours of slumber this morning by my not-so-little doggie softly walking across my head; that’s her careful way of waking me when it’s time for her breakfast.
I sat up and noticed, on her side of the bed, a great big bloodstain on my nice cream coloured comforter that most certainly was not there last night. I’m sure of this as I think I would recall any activity that would have ended in violence.
I immediately checked my hands for any sign of blood. Clean. Innocent! Phew!!! A full check of the doggie showed no sign of any cuts or irritated hot spots that could have bled. Gums and teeth all fine. I give myself a cursory glance. No problems there. Nobody is limping or acting strange. Yet there’s an unexplained bloodstain on my nice cream coloured comforter.
Oxy that shit and pop into the washer. Take the doggie for a walk to show neighbors everything is perfectly normal. Absolutely nothing to see here at all! Carry on about our day just like any other Friday.
Praise all the Gods! The stain came out!! What a way to spend a Friday night!
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