My mom raised me right. She taught me to always make my bed. She mostly made it for me, but taught me to enjoy having a made bed. I have a really hard time walking past my bed unmade, except if I think a sleepy child may get in it while I get ready for the day. But commonly (like sometimes everyday) here for the last several months, I come in to find this.
And think, now wait a min... until I see this.
a puppy in his newly built home. What more can I say?
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