Wilson’s nose fits perfectly in the soap dish.
You might think that, due to the lack of posts of partially eaten non-food items, Wilson has decided to a) change his ways or b) protest the new W.C.W.E. military action that takes place every time we leave the house.
But fret not, follower.
Most recently, Wilson nibbled ever so un-graciously on my brand-spanking new copy of Michael Chabon’s new novel “Telegraph Avenue” which I was so excited to read. And he ate “All the Pretty Horses”.
I didn’t take a picture because I was really pissed off. At myself for leaving my brand new book (albeit in a SHOPPING BAG) on a low table in the living room.
There are notes like this at the exits of our house.
It’s a simple reminder to double check that the house is clear of things Wilson could eat.