There's no denying it - Washie can sometimes be, for lack of a better word, unusual. He makes his tail get all jiggy. It's like he's digging to China when he visits the "facilities." He won't let me eat his breakfast or dinner. I didn't need much convincing, but a recent discovery certainly sealed the deal.
While making a quick survey of Camp Shorewood in search of the perfect place for my mid-morning nap, I came across what looked like a plain cardboard box in the office:
Upon further inspection, I saw that it was occupied by none other than my weird brother.
Being more of a traditionalist, I tend to choose locations befitting my more decorous nature. Well, most of the time, anyway.