The dirty clothes and sheets had oozed out of the hamper...
AND GOT MY PUG!
This is out of control!
Look at his worried face!!! Oh wait. He always looks like that. Never mind.
I wrestled the dirties back into place, but not before throwing a good batch into the washing machine. Ha! That'll learn 'em. I scooped up my Pug and put him up on my bed, where he is currently snoring away as I write this.
Poor little house dog. If it isn't clothes with stinky armpits, it'll be two feet of snow to jump through every time he has to go outside for a wiz. No wonder his forehead is all wrinkled.