{Friday, September 23}
05.09.23 x2
Okay, my dogs might be cute, but sometimes they're friggin weird. I woke up this morning and Emma had gone upstairs, and Molly was downstairs with me. She was curled up in my small closet on the pile of dirty laundry. She had her bed, or my bed, or the pillows on the floor to sleep on, but no, she had to curl up in the closet. On the dirty laundry. I suppose though, it is better than if she had have layed in a pile of clean clothes and gotten them all full of dog hair.
