friday afternoon i realized it was kind of quiet. the boy wasn't sleeping on his pillow or the couch or by my feet. he wasn't busy chewing his bone or chasing the tennis ball.
i thought "oh no, he's probably in the bathroom. i hope he's going on a wee pad."
i grabbed the camera and discovered he was in the bathroom, but on a wee pad he was not:
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