I was just bursting with pride at how well our new dog Sally was doing with the baby.  All evening, I watched Baby at a new game.  He'd take a wad of his semi-organic Cheddar Bunnies (snack crackers shaped like the cutest little bunnies you've ever seen) in his chubby little hand and pretend to feed it to the dog.  He would stick his whole fist in her mouth and then withdraw it, sticking the crackers in his own mouth instead and eating them.  She never once snatched a bunny from his hand -- only munched the unfortunates who fell to the floor.  I was truly impressed that she didn't eat his hand, much more so the crackers.

At bed time, the dog, the baby and myself all went to the masterbedroom to change baby.  While I struggled with little snaps and wiggly legs, Sally disappeared altogether.  Into the bathroom.  I called Sally and she didn't respond.  Weird.  With a growing sense of dread, I round the corner into the bathroom and there she was:  enthusiastically drinking from the toilet. 

I tell myself that maybe, just maybe, she only discovered the charms of a fresh "bowl" of water *after* slobbering all over the crackers the baby ate.  Ew. But she sure looked like she knew what she was doing! 

I may have to resurrect my old posting on washing kids' mouths out with soap...

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Posted by partyoffive

And they say dogs mouths are cleaner than humans...but don't "they" also say your toilet is cleaner than your kitchen sink?,,,

Edited by partyoffive on Jul. 20, 2007 at 8:11 PM

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