So the night before last - as I was milling around in the master bathroom - I heard The Hubby exclaim (in the dog version of his "what have you gotten into now" voice)...
The Hubby: "Boys, what have you gotten into now!?!"
[cue slight groan as human lowers himself to carpet and slithers halfway under king size bed]
Me [with dread]: "Yeah?"
[cue slight groan as human slithers out from under bed and stands up using only three limbs]
The Hubby (now standing in bathroom with outstretched arm and "how the heck did they get this?" look on his face):
"How the heck did they get this?!?
(Meanwhile, Dewi is smacking his lips - as if he has peanut butter smeared on the roof of his mouth - with an ever-so-slight dollop of suds trailing down his left jowl.)
This is the part where I turn the blog over to Dewi and let him tell his story - in pictures.
I am not laughing, but my people seemed to think this was funny. P'shah.
No dogs were physically harmed during the original incident or during the making of this blog post. The soap, however, needed a thorough rinsing due to dog slobber contamination. Oh yeah, and Dewi swiped the soap out of the walk-in shower when I had my back turned.