I am thankful for paper towels, because I have six animals,
all of whom live inside and consider going outside to take care of their
personal needs to be a savage exercise in cruelty. They do it, of course, or they have to watch
me go all white vinegar on their shedding hides and listen to lecture number
3,712 about what animals won’t get to do inside if they’re not trustworthy and
responsible about going outside. We all
agree on that one, even though if you don’t think a Dachshund can roll her
eyes, pull up a chair and watch the fun.
But I’m pretty sure all animals can empty the contents of
their traitorous digestive systems onto the Karastan at will. If an expensive area rug isn’t available, my
tennis shoes, sewing basket, or the polished hardwoods in the living room will
do just fine.
So when the weather gets cold, and your furry mafia comes in
from the bracing chill of winter with a look of revenge in their eyes, do what
I do. Carpet your house in paper towels.
It will make for a Bounty-ful Thanksgiving.
