Don’t you hate it when you wake up and your sense of smell immediately assaults you? That lingering odor of your wet dog jumping up on your bed and rolling around and then laying down on your pillow while you sleep? Nasty.

Then you realize you don’t have a dog. That you were sweating so badly under the covers that it is in fact you that reeks of wet dog.

Yeah. Me too. I have since showered, though. So, you are safe from being assaulted like I was. I do, however, need to go change the sheets. Wet dog is not very romantic and bedroomy. (*Bedroomy is so a word. You read it didn’t you? We’re going to pretend it is a word for now.)

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