Hiding

I sit down in the bathroom, and hear panting.

There is no AC in my apartment so summers are pretty miserable. Harley hides in the space between the tub and the wall because it is cooler. This means I have to check for dog legs before sitting on the throne or else I get stuck with a very large observer, which is miserably awkward every time.

I am moving to a garden level apartment this week, so hopefully Harley’s bathroom-hiding days are over.