This is a picture of what my bathroom used to look like. There is a dog sitting in it. There is a dog sitting in it because my mind is unhinged. I took the back way home yesterday and he was sitting on the double yellow line, right in the middle of the road.
I had every intention of taking him somewhere today. That was before I watched him scarf down three helpings of food, suffer through two baths and hours of de-ticking (which is not complete yet) sweetly and patiently, and had been cuddled within an inch of my life.