Last Nov., I had taken Nicky out to play with another dog. It was a nice day and he fell asleep (following long play time) in the van. I decide to take care of several quick stop type errands on the way home. My last stop was to get some feather boas that I wanted to use in Christmas arrangement and to fill in a sparse fake Christmas tree so inner stem would not show. Then I remembered a friend was to have become a first time grandmother the night before and since I was nearby, decided to make one more stop to check on that situation. Nicky was still snoozing away on his pillow in the back.
We visited only about 20 minutes. You guessed it, he woke up. When I returned to the van it looked like someone had been killing chickens in there! Nicky had found the boas and must have had a ball tearing them to shreds. There were feathers everywhere, back, front, even on the headliner. He was covered in feathers too. As I screamed "What have you done?" he gave me this innocent look like "you don't think this is my fault, do you?" I was mad and tried to scold him but could not stop laughing. He looked like some furry 4 legged creature that had been crossed with a chicken. (Scolding is not effective when you're laughing.)
I picked feathers out of van for 2 days and still had them all over the place. Finally opened all the doors and took the leaf blower to it.
Hope you have something to laugh about today! Good for old bones in cold weather.