Not just wintergreen life savers

So I’m lying in bed in a pitch dark room listening to the dogs settle, and a little flash catches my attention. After the third grey light dented the darkness, I peered over the edge of my mattress.

Chance was “fluffing” the blankets in his bed that he was building up a static charge between the fuzzy bed, the wooly-feeling dig blanket, and the terrycloth towel he’s recently decided he owns. And the more he got zapped, the harder he fluffed the bed.

I finally removed the blankets – discharging them through my fingers, I might add – and he wetted settled when I re-covered him.

But if he’s smoking in the morning, I’ll know why…

*updated to fix iphone-induced misspelling.