What did Mr. Smudg find this week? A sheet set that doubled as a snack stash for someone’s fur baby.
There are certain things you expect to find in the folds of freshly stripped hotel linens.
Wrinkles.
A rogue sock here and there.
The faint scent of overpriced body wash.
What Mr. Smudg did not expect?
An avalanche of dog treats.
Yes. This week’s surprise: an entire sleepscape sprinkled with bone-shaped puppy biscuits. Crumbled. Crushed. Embedded.
Because apparently someone decided that Turndown Service was also Snack Time for Scoob.
At first, Mr. Smudg thought it was granola.
Then he spotted the unmistakable shape of a mini milk bone lodged in a pillowcase like it was planning to hibernate for the winter.
“Did the dog sleep in the bed?”
“Did the dog sleep with the treats?”
“Is this what we call room service these days?!”
And listen, Mr. Smudg has no issue with four-legged guests.
But when your dog is leaving behind a buffet in the fitted sheet, it becomes everyone’s problem.
You haven’t lived until you’ve vacuumed peanut butter residue out of Egyptian cotton while being judged by a lint roller.
This week’s lesson?
Dogs are welcome.
But maybe don’t turn the bed into a mobile snack bar.
Mr. Smudg is grumpy enough without finding kibble in his pockets.
Until next week,
Mr. Smudg
Still here. Still grumpy. Still picking jerky crumbs out of a duvet like it’s his destiny.
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