I carelessly left some laundry on the floor. I didn't really notice it there.
Newman did.
I found him quietly lying on that floor and looking very satisfied.
Not surprising. He grabbed a pair of nylons (not mine), wrapped his rawhide bone in them and was happily licking and chewing away.
Nylons with a bone it them. That's my Newman.
Guess I don't always realize what an influence I am on his behaviour.
HELLOOOO NEWMAN: Laughter is your sixth sense
