The Laundry Room. It’s the place where my food dish gets filled up two times a day. But they keep me waiting a little too long once in awhile, and so the tossing and banging of the dish on the floor will get their attention.
It’s where my water dish gets refreshed several times a day. But some days it can’t come quick enough for me. All that running around in the hot weather makes a pup thirsty don’t you know. Good thing I can help myself to some fresh water before the other dogs slurp and slop it all up.
The laundry room, yep, it has many different sounds going on in there, too. Sometimes I enjoy laying on the floor listening to these gentle rumbles coming from the big white machines. Sometimes I try to dig at the stuff I see rolling and spinning around inside them. I haven’t been caught, but I have left my mark behind. A few scratches here and there, sorry. That scratch on the wall, a little paint could fix that right up!
Then it happened. While I was casually walking past the room, something caught my eye as it leaped, literally, out of the big white machine. What luck I thought to myself. I tracked it down and grabbed it. It was soft and chewy and round and awesome! But it was also short lived happiness, I was cornered in the laundry room now with nowhere to go.
It was a dryer sheep ball, and I really, really wanted to keep it! I did put up a fight. Well, not so much a fight as it was more of a clenched jaw. Serious clenching, but I was wrong and finally gave it up.
Sorry little sheep ball of wool!!