The Bed Was Made and Then Unmade
This bed was made when I left the room, so I’m a little perturbed that Hercules took it upon himself to unmake not just part of the bed, but the whole dang thing.
But he just looks so regal and handsome in the late afternoon sunlight, that it’s impossible to stay mad at him.
Plus, most of the dirt he brought in on his paws is on my husband’s side of the bed not mine.