Well, as promised, here is the scandelous dish on our dear pup Ed.
I came home the other night and walked into our bedroom. Something seemed out of place:
But then I realized what was different…. what was … well, wrong. Very. Very. Wrong.
Apparently Ed had raided my underwear drawer.
And I think he was just a little bit embarrassed about it.
I guess we know what Ed does when I’m at work…
Aw, Ed, you silly puppy!
First things first – I did not notice that Ed’s hands were in the underwear until my dear friend Jamie pointed it out. woops!
Second – I would also like to say that I did not, in my loneliness while Frank was gone, come up with this underwear scenario. I have NOT fallen off of the edge of reality (yet). Frank dressed Ed up before he left for work last week to make me laugh. I do not ACTUALLY think that Ed does this all on his own.