My house has three bedrooms. One is mine, one is a guest room, and one is my home-office. My bedroom is at the back of the house, but the other two are up at the front of the house.
I don't know if I have told you about one of the biggest perks of my job before, so here it is: I would say that I spend about 10% or less of my work time each week at my out of home office building. I spend about 30-40% of my time at the courthouse on a normal (non-trial) week, and the rest, I spend here at home working.
Anyway, the point of all this gibberish is that while working this afternoon here at home, Lola was giving me the constant squeak of green guy (a very annoying and loud, but beloved toy). I finally took green guy away from her and instead of napping under my desk like she normally does, she went to the guest room. I heard her jump up on the bed, which was fine (she'd already had the mud washed off today). She naps on the guest bed regularly because she is often banished from my office while I'm on the phone (due to her talking habits). Then I remember hearing a ruckus coming from the guest room, but was busy and didn't ever get up to go see what was going on. Then, as it happens often these days, I forgot.
Here is a photo of the guest bed. It is usually the only bed in the house that is made, unless muddy Lola has jumped up on the white bedding and it's all in the wash (which is more often than I would like).
I don't know if I have told you about one of the biggest perks of my job before, so here it is: I would say that I spend about 10% or less of my work time each week at my out of home office building. I spend about 30-40% of my time at the courthouse on a normal (non-trial) week, and the rest, I spend here at home working. Anyway, the point of all this gibberish is that while working this afternoon here at home, Lola was giving me the constant squeak of green guy (a very annoying and loud, but beloved toy). I finally took green guy away from her and instead of napping under my desk like she normally does, she went to the guest room. I heard her jump up on the bed, which was fine (she'd already had the mud washed off today). She naps on the guest bed regularly because she is often banished from my office while I'm on the phone (due to her talking habits). Then I remember hearing a ruckus coming from the guest room, but was busy and didn't ever get up to go see what was going on. Then, as it happens often these days, I forgot.
I just went down the hall and happened to look into the guest room. This is what I saw:
Pillow re-arrangement courtesy of Lola! Just what the heck do you think was going through her adorable puppy head when she was doing this?
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