When I first read that I thought you said "banana" not "bandanna" and I thought WTF are you doing with a banana in your bedroom!?!?!

Never mind.

I just love the two of you. I really do.

However, your post has brought on an attack of post traumatic stress disorder. You see, last summer a mama rat decided our house was cozy and peaceful and the perfect place for babies. We were woken at 4am one day by a baby that just needed to see if our bed was as pleasant as it looked.

I may not ever recover. Ever. Especially since people have bandanna issues that they blog about and my memories get stirred!

I wasn't sure whether it was fact or fiction when I started reading. Why did you take it to bed in the first place? (perhaps it's best not to ask)

ROFL... combine all of the above comments and mix 'em up a little and you'll get my comment. I'm still laughing and snorting a bit as I write this. I'm reading, I'm thinking fiction? I'm getting a little worried and thinking, "What's wrong with the dog?" and "huh? wha?" and "banana?? what the hell with the banana?" Oh god. LOL!!!