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A dog less walked is ...

What is it with children and towels?

Mine (children) appear to think that their (towels) reside on the floor and are careless of their particular addresses. Allotted towel residences include flooring of the carpeted, tiled or wooden variety, on landing, stairs, playroom, bedroom, or kitchen. And in the latter abode, the said towel is quickly appropriated by the four legged tenant who pushes, pulls and shoves it into a soft, hair-covered heap, that he then sits on and chews.

Wooden towel racks lurk in dark corners of the house, ignored, forlorn and recklessly unemployed. Sometimes they are joined by the shoe rack, washing basket, cardboard tubes from the inside of loo rolls, and toothpaste caps, all seeking solidarity in their collectively pointless lives. Maybe the sock eating monster takes solace there too, following particularly rigorous forays under beds and in the bottom of wardrobes, and might hang the odd odd sock on the empty rails of the towel rack in an act of healing.

The same magic (mildly marinated), midnight (usually) fairy who makes the children's beds; empties the bath and picks up the soap also picks up the towels.What's her name? Muggins, of course.

And why is this called a dog less walked? Because a dog less walked yesterday is a dog more vigorously animated today. And one who woke at 5am, which is when I scribbled above mini rant on a piece of paper.

... After nearly falling over a towel on the stairs.

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