well, not my dirty laundry. anakin’s.
and it is clean(ish) laundry.
we’ve had three (3) sunny days in a row (!!!!!!!!!!!) so i’ve been washing all of the things – today was the turn of anakin’s stuff.
as anyone with a border collie will know, they have quite an impressive vocabulary, so it’s quite easy to set them tasks and ask for specific stuff (as long as you have a pocket full of biscuits).
after she’d brought me all of her bedding (hey, 2 flight of stairs with a duvet in your mouth is no mean feat for an eldery, arthritic collie!) i requested some of her soft toys by name, which she grudgingly dumped in the washing basket..
here she is guarding the washing line until they become Ready.
i always wonder what the neighbours / helicopters / hot air balloonists / spy satellites think when they see what’s on my washing line :/
i hope they aren’t judging me for being a bad mom.
“but direwolf you cannot haz”