Whenever I make the bed, she’s there. I don’t know how she knows it’s even happening. She could be in the basement, so far away from the bedroom, and yet she comes running. She doesn’t do much in the way of helping, unless you count rolling under the covers. Or in this case, sitting stubbornly in the middle of the bed not allowing me to complete the task.
As usual, I can never finish making the bed completely before she settles down for a nap. Look how cute she is though! How could I be mad?
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