A Dollop of Humor!

Recently we have been allowing Milt to sleep in the free wild outside of his cage.  Thus far, it has worked out pretty well.  Each evening, on my side of the bed, I place all the bed throw pillows which encourages Milton to sleep right by my side, of course, where he belongs.  He remains there for the majority of the night, unless he is a bit hot or restless and will wander somewhere else in the room.  There is also the occasion when Jeff gets annoyed by Milton's travels, and he pens him back up.

Milt's bed

The other evening I woke up in the middle of the night, and when I looked down, Milt was not by my side.  I checked under the bed, by Jeff, and in front of the door but no luck.  I'm easily alarmed, so I ran down the stairs and started calling out, "Milt! Milton!".  All of a sudden, I heard the pitter patter of my doodle's feet, and I looked up to see him staring down at me like, "Whaaaat, Momma?"

As I stumbled back upstairs, I was dumbfounded over where Milt had been hiding.  As I gave my doodle, a couple of good pats before crawling back into bed, I noticed that his belly was a little bit wet.  Our Milton had been sleeping in the bathtub.  Oh my doodle...!