Fit to be tied

I left my shin guards on the floor earlier and then walked away to take a shower. When I walked out of the bathroom a bit later, Gazza was at her usual post outside the bathroom door. This time, though, she looked up at me and whined. Bending down to see what was up, I saw that her back paw had slipped through the foot hole and the top velcro strap was stuck to her dreadlocked beard. And I laughed.

How else could I assure you that she and I are meant to be together?