On Bathroom Progress and Harry’s Sheer Cuteness, Which Should Never be Underestimated
Yesterday, Dave ripped out the tub, prepped the subfloor, put in insulation, and added a couple of water shutoffs because we only had one. It’s amazing how fast it goes. Dave’s kind of fun to have around. He was talking to his girlfriend the other night, and saying, “Don’t let the dogs in the bed.” Pause. “No. No dogs in the bed while I’m gone. I know you.” Pause and big sigh. “Okay, just keep him off my pillows. I hate that.” Steve, meanwhile, was laughing out loud because we have this exact same conversation pretty much every day.
But this morning, I asked Steve where Harry was.
Sleeping with Dave, that’s where.
Shamefaced, Dave explained that Harry looked so lonely and pathetic alone on the couch last night that he scooped him up and plonked him on his bed. He was quick to add that Harry’s a bed hog and snores to boot.
Yet Harry stayed there. All night. On the bed.