"Woman!" my husband called this morning. "Come upstairs!"
I wondered what the man wanted. I walked up the stairs into my daughter's bedroom where I found an interesting sight. My husband, son, and daughter were all snuggled in her bed...with our hundred pound German Shepherd, Schultz.
My jaw nearly dropped to the ground. "You let that beast on the bed?"
My husband grinned. "Look how happy he is!"
"Happy? I don't care how happy he is! First of all, he's not supposed to be upstairs. Second of all, there is no way he's allowed on furniture. Get him off the bed!"
All three of them looked at me with sad puppy eyes. "Don't give me that look," I said. "You know the rules. And look at all the hair he's getting on your bed!"
My daughter smiled sweetly. "So? You can wash it."