cage match: casual friday v. winnie the weaver

about a year ago, my firm decided to let us have casual/jean fridays. it's a small but nice concession by the big guys. woohoo. today is a bit brisk so i'm wearing a sweater.

***flash to sometime in the middle of the night***
i imagine at some point after we go to bed, winnie must get out of her crate and tiptoe into our bedroom with her ninja-like skills. i see her pulling out the sweater i'm going to wear in the morning and proceed to weave her loose hairs into it, putting it back nicely and going back to sleep. an impressive feat made even more impressive when we consider her lack of opposable thumbs.

ok, it's almost lunchtime now and as i extract a slew of wavy undercoat, i'm convinced that it's not like i brushed up willy-nilly against some and have a couple on me through the power of static cling. no, winnie was a determined little corgi and really made a display of her mad textile skills. sigh. it's probably a good thing that i can't see my backside...