Sparky shit on his friend, Mr. Moose, but the strength of their friendship has allowed them to move passed their differences.
That’s nice, but I wasn’t going to touch a shitty moose and I sure as hell didn’t want Sparky dragging it around my house. Mr. Moose was washed in the laundry sink, and thrown in the dryer with a load of t-shirts.
Here’s the weird thing. Sparky recognized Mr. Moose in the bottom of the laundry basket. I brought up two baskets of laundry to sort as I watched Youtube. Sparky has no interest in laundry, other than getting to sit on the couch with me.
Mr. Moose was washed with laundry detergent, so smelled like everything else in the basket. Sparky’s situational awareness is greater than I expected. His tail shows his eagerness to be back with his old mate.
I moved the basket to the couch to get a photo of Mr. Moose without Sparky’s head in the way. Even that was a near thing as Sparky ignored all propriety and jumped up on the furniture to supervise the rescue of Moose.
The grey corduroy object, indicated by the red arrow, is Mr. Moose.
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