Taking care of Mikey

Frank sure is sweet and he loves to take care of me. I frequently fall asleep and break out into a nervous sweat while watching TV. I guess detoxing from frightfilled days of mayhem at work. Anyway Franks always blots my head and puts a nice soft towel under it so I don't drench the pillows. Well last night for some reason he pulled my dirty work shirt from the clothes hamper that I had sweat in, done yard work in, thrown on the floor that was covered with dog hair. This is what he used to put under my head. I was awakened by the smell and the dog hair that was stuck in my razor stubble. I shreaked what are you doing. His reply"taking care if Mikey." Sometimes I just don't get it!