Ray followed me into the laundry room, snatched one of the dryer sheets out of the shoes, waved it up and down a couple of times then dropped it on the floor. I watched as his front legs started to buckle. He was going down for a roll on the sheet. I grabbed Ray's collar and pulled him out of the room.
Later the same day, I was 'working' in my office. I heard Ray rummaging around the linen closet. I walked out of my office just in time to see him heading for the stairs with a still-wrapped bar of soap in his mouth.
I'm starting to think that Ray is trying to tell me something. Maybe this weekend I'll give him a bath.