Got word yesterday that the coach has to have himself some surgery for Christmas, so I spent yesterday in Provo and stayed overnight with TRQ. She wanted me close so we crawled into her king-sized bed, along with the poodle.
There were three pillows. My mother's. My father's. And a third pillow, which (I assumed) was for decorative purposes. Anyway. That was the pillow I wanted because it was a little plump, unlike my father's pillow which looked like a crepe.
So I took that pillow, whereupon the poodle gave me the hairy eyeball.
"Um," said TRQ. "That's the poodle's pillow."
So I gave it back. Because I do NOT mess TRQ's pillow. Ever.