Untethered Dog

I’ve got a pair of pants — actually PJs — with a hole in the butt.

One morning, this was not too many weeks ago, I was doing some air squats. I went down and up, down and up, down and …. rrrrrrpt!

I have since washed the PJ pants. More than once, if you must know.

I have not sewn up the hole in the butt.

I have not replaced the pants.

I have worn the pants and washed the pants and worn them again.

The pants are a dark plaid.

I have never especially liked the pants. These feelings I have for the pants predate the rip.

I am wearing the pants right now, in fact.

And you want to know something else? The dog doesn’t seem to mind.