Grandma had a dachshund named Gretchen. One day, she couldn’t find the little weiner dog. After looking high and low (mostly low), she decided the dog must have run away. Grandma was so upset, she needed to lay down.
I helped her into her bed, but when she lay her head down, the pillow began to move! Gretchen had crawled inside the pillowcase for her afternoon nap!
Until next time,
Good day, and good dog!