I make my way downstairs, and my mouth falls open when I take in my surroundings. The entryway is spotless—my shoes are arranged on a new shoe rack, Waffles’ toys are piled neatly in a basket, and there’s no trace of dog hair on the floor. As I wander into the living room, my gaze lands on several stacks of laundry folded on the couch.
Ok hes a saint
