
My beloved dog Reggie does not like me going out on Friday nights. She retaliates by chewing holes in my down comforter, which typically leads to me spending between 30 and 90 minutes vaccuuming my room voraciously in a vain attempt to remove the down feathers (which tend to get stuck EVERYWHERE). Reggie is not too keen on the vaccuum.
As is evident by the guilty look on her face (and the large down feather trapped in her nose), she is begging me to forgive her for eating another hole in my down comforter.