Our dachshund, Gus, has recently started sleeping in my room. Sometimes, he sleeps on the floor beside the bed, or even at the bottom of my closet where the shoes are. That’s fine with me, as long as he doesn’t sleep on my clothes.

He’s a rather small dog, so we’ve gotten used to his habit of finding strange places to sleep in.

But imagine my mother’s surprise as she was packing her stuff for a Singing Bee taping (she’s part of the band), she turned around and saw our dog curled up in her suitcase.

Isn’t that cute? Almost as cute as sports gifts.

Good thing my mom didn’t get to put anything in the suitcase when he slipped into it, or else her clothes would have gotten smelly.