For Valentine’s day, I bought Jeff a little Olympic mascot – the hairy, fuzzy little Quatchi troll-doll looking thing. Jeff loved his gift and Quatchi is now enjoying his place of honor, dangling from the zipper on Jeff’s computer bag.
The reason I mention this is that Rumble, our little dog-toy aficionado, has decided that all our toys are belong to him. So, when Jeff puts his bag on the floor, Rum ambles over to investigate his new friend. Jeff usually hides his bag in the storage room but he just dropped it inside the door today due to… um… an unmentionable dog-butt emergency. Let’s say no more about that.
Point being, we were distracted by minor crisis, crisis averted, and while we’re sitting on the couch listening to the Olympic insanity outside, Jeff notices Rum attacking his computer bag to get at lil’ Quatchi. He goes over to intervene and I hear a disgusted groan as Rum goes shooting by, pretending like he did nothing wrong.
I asked Jeff what’s so gross, and he says, and I quote:
“Ugh, now I have a soggy Quatchi hanging from my bag.”
I can’t make this shit up, folks.
