So I’m fighting off a minor cold, and I decided to put on some sweats to combat the occasional chills.
I sit down to put on the pants, and our younger border collie races in between my legs, spins, and plants her furry butt right in my sweats. With my ankles already in, I’m trapped until I administer enough ear scratches to make her happy. It had already taken a while when our older BC barked to go out, earning me early parole.