Thursday, June 10, 2010
Our canine Rosenberg, Daisy, has been a little off the past few days. She hurt her front passenger-side paw during a long run on Sunday. There has been noticeable improvement but while she's healing, she's doing a lot of sleeping. She takes turns laying on all of the soft surfaces in the house and is giving the mailman a few days off from her intense bark/howl greetings. There are many peanut butter snacks involved.
"Mama? Daisy pooped."
"No, no. In the house. She pooped in the house."
"On the rug."
"In the living room."
"I'll get some paper towels."
"Mama? I touched the poop with my hand."
"Because I wanted to see what it felt like."
"Fair enough. How did it feel?"
"All poop-y, I think."
"I guess that's a good sign."
"It's the first poop I ever, ever, ever, ever, touched."
"I wish I could say the same. I'm a seasoned veteran."
"It's the season of summer now."