Please note that four days ago, I went outside to my pink, writing cabin and fetched our down comforter, that we have never used, because we specifically bought it, three years ago, to be used for our occasional overnight guests. (Rick & Leisa)
Anyway when I grabbed the comforter, it was like magic—snowflakes suddenly filled the air, in our bedroom! It was beautiful to watch, for a couple of seconds, then Little Debbie jumped into my arms, because a snowflake had fallen and was stuck on her one good eye. Then I realized that the snowflakes were feathers—DOWN FEATHERS—Beau was here.
Omg! While Tone, on the other side of the bed, made weird noises and slept through this, the feathers were floating everywhere around the bedroom—thanks to the ceiling fan. So I jumped out of bed and turned it off to stop the perfect storm. Then I went into our bathroom and looked into the mirror. My hair and pajamas were covered in small, white feathers. And when I combed my hair to try to remove the feathers—the feathers filled the air once again, before landing on the counter top, floor, towels, etc.
Knowing that there wasn't anything to do until the morning, I turned off the lights and went back to bed. And several times during the night, I would wake up to brush feathers away from my nose.
This morning Tony and I had a good laugh about last night's snowstorm, because we just can't have nice things—for very long. When I told Tony that his dog Beau had done it, he defended him, until I told him about me seeing Beau sleeping near his soon to be hole, in the down comforter. This morning, for contrast I put a navy turtleneck under the comforter to show Beau's damage.