Steve was trying to get a jump on things by running the washer before work. His plan was to be able to hang tings outside in the fresh air and sunlight during the day so that when he got home we could reassemble what had been cleaned and put in another batch of dog paraphernalia.
"Look guys," he pleaded for cooperation. "Dr. Julia says this is important for Nilla but really for all of you so that you do not get this fungal infection. It is a big task and this will give me a bit of a head start over all we need to do this weekend." Reluctantly, the White Dog Army agreed to the plan but spent the day checking the line outside to make sure their sleep mats and covers were safe.
Before dinner, Steve brought in the gear and replaced everything back where it normally lives. "See, just like before. Good as new."
The White Dogs suspiciously sniffed. They circled. They stepped onto the bed as if they were about to walk on hot coals. Tizenegy stood and barked at his bed.
"Oh for dog's sake," I said in exasperation. "It is no different than if dad had washed out an accident or vomit. The ONLY change is being run through some hot water and detergent then getting a dose of Vitamin D from the sunshine. Get comfy or sleep on the hard floor. Your choice."
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