Today is a gorgeous day so the kids and I were outside enjoying the fantastic Kansas City Fall weather. E and Z were playing on the swing set, I was picking some weeds out of my flower bed and the dogs were happily sunning themselves. It was Normal Rockwell kind of stuff.
One dog got up lazily and wandered to an over turned toy that had filled with water during the last rain storm we had. She began to drink. It was dirty water and who knows what kind of bugs, etc. were in there that would not sit well in my dog's stomach.
Dog: "Slurp, slurp, slurp"
Me: "Francis, yuck! Do not drink out of there, it is dirty!"
E: "Yeah Francis, you can't drink out of there, that's not the toilet!"
Norman Rockwell is turning over in his grave somewhere.
1 month ago