I couldn’t find my dog Henry this morning. And for a second I thought he had run away. Until I heard him scratching from inside the bathroom door. Henry likes to keep tabs on the trash can and when he’s able likes to sneak whatever he can out of the trash run into our room and rip and chew his booty under our bed. It’s annoying. When I catch him in the act I usually run after him while I am yelling and then I pull his skinny butt from under the bed and give him a good talking to.
My days pulling the dog from under the bed are over. For some reason our bathroom door just started shutting on it’s own. I don’t know maybe it’s the weight distribution of towels on hanging on them or a modest ghost who likes to pee in private. Whatever it is I am thankful because now several times a day Henry is trapped in the bathroom no longer able to take his treasure under our bed to devour.