The funniest thing happened last night. The dogs were both laying on separate articles of clothing which were on the couch not far from my chair, where I was sitting playing Madden. I had just paused my game to go to the restroom, so the house was completely quiet. From the bathroom 20 feet away, and through a closed door, I could hear our youngest, Harley (an 11-lb. mini-dachshund), whining. He's naturally a talker - he whines all the time, and makes other monkey-like talking noises. He also loves to bury himself beneath whatever he can find, be it a blanket, his little bed, a towel, or really anything.
Anyway amongst the whining, I heard what I presumed was him jumping from the couch to the floor. When I finished my business, and went back in there to inspect what he was whining about, this is what I found:
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He had burrowed himself into one of the arms of my wife's jacket.
Hilarity ensued..
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