And his defense is today at 1

"Hooope" "Yeah?" "Come here and look..." A huge wet spot on the couch. ENORMOUS. So large it had seeped into the pillow above it. And Sadie, sound asleep, comfortably tucked into the corner of the other side of the couch. I immediately began to deny for her, "no way could her bladder hold that much," "it doesn't smell like pee..." I even went so far as to glance up at the ceiling, hoping for a leak. I really don't have any idea what happened because hello, she's potty-trained and, come on, the spot was huge. But aside from some violent water-thrower who sneaks into houses at night just to incriminate poor little innocent dogs, I got nothing. To make matters worse, when I threw the (overstuffed) pillow into the washing machine, it created a huge leak all over the kitchen floor. Bud took the pillow outside to dry while I mopped up the floor and re-started the wash for the slipcover and now, towels. I was just about to walk out the door when I saw Bud's solution to the wet pillow. There, hanging from a huge tree in the backyard, was my dark red pillow, dripping water onto the ground. Cue banjo music.