It was a good 15 years ago and I was shopping at Co-op, a Swiss grocery during my lunch hour. The store carried household stuff, too and I as I headed for the cash register, I saw a fitted sheet, of red terry cloth. There were no other colors, but I thought it might be warm in winter and cool in summer.
I was right.
As a minimalist I try to have as little possible, so that sheet was used almost nightly UNTIL . . .
. . . Sherlock.
This was the male puppy we ended up out of pure love at first sight instead of an older female dog we were looking for. One should never go into a rescue center with exact expectations.
Although he had his own bed, Sherlock decided that sleeping between my husband and myself was a good idea. In the cold room he buried under the blankets.
The sheet ended up with holes. Although I mended them, it happened again.
I have said goodbye to my sheet. A new one is on the bed, but it is not terry cloth.
Sigh. RIP and thanks for all the lovely nights.f