Wednesday, February 27, 2008

The Laundry Thief

Our washing machine is conviently located in the basement of our house. That means, I have absolutely no problem building the tallest of mountains out of underpants, t-shirts, and socks. It's hidden ever so well. Far, far from the public eye.

This morning, I had been wandering between the basement and the garden, doing a few little odd jobs outside, when I got distracted by the telephone and the kids.

A couple of hours have past and it occurs that I must have forgotten to close the outside basement door for I now see that half of my mountain has been moved to the front lawn. And the very kind moving man is curled up, nose tucked under his tail, asleep in the middle of it.

And no. I am not taking pictures of my dirty laundry no matter how damn cute the dog is!

6 comments:

Stephanie said...

I can SO picture it! I bet he was pretty proud of himself. Is he any better at cleaning up his toys than Cali is? :)

Dig said...

I think he thinks the laundry mountain is his toy. So the answer would be no!! LOL

diane said...

Sounds like Typhon is a pansy dog like Snickers. She will lay in the middle of the kitchen floor with her head on a sock. Anything for her creature comforts. At least he wasn't chewing the underpants!!!

Sue said...

If there was only some way to make the moving man move them back...

kissmekaty said...

Gives new meaning to 'airing your dirty laundry'! xoxoxoxox

Kitty said...

snick chews up mine!!! at least he was sleeping ..... maybe he thought he was helping you clean up my MAKING A bed!!! lol