Notice I am not in this picture. I had been upstairs with the little blonde kid who, when she saw me, cheerfully announced "I've got stink butt and I got it on my finger! See? See on my finger?"
aw, that's so cute! Jeremiah and Sarah, that is -- no so much the poop on the finger thing. That overlapping period of the Freudian anal stage but before toilet training must be really fun. I'm looking forward to it one day!
Last night, Rosellen bellowed, "Daaaaaadddddd!!!!!" around midnight. When I entered her room, she said, "Cleo peed." "Where?" "On the bed. And my leg. And my hand." She seemed pretty calm about it. Calmer'n me, Dude. I peeled back the covers to find an eight pound dachshund curled up against Rosellen's stomach, and a spray of brown nastiness on the sheet and Rosellen's leg. I started to explain that this wasn't pee, but rather a glandular expression. In her 9 year old way, Rosellen cut me off, saying, "I know. Anal glands. The vet usually expresses them." The stench was unholy. I changed the bed, hosed down the kid, put the oogy linens in the washer to soak and ponder their fate, and re-tucked the kid. Stinkfinger, indeed.
Notice I am not in this picture. I had been upstairs with the little blonde kid who, when she saw me, cheerfully announced "I've got stink butt and I got it on my finger! See? See on my finger?"
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aw, that's so cute! Jeremiah and Sarah, that is -- no so much the poop on the finger thing. That overlapping period of the Freudian anal stage but before toilet training must be really fun. I'm looking forward to it one day!
It's amazing how much Sarah looks like Jeremiah. So cute.
I love waking up to stinkfinger. Who needs the smell of fresh coffee brewing?
Last night, Rosellen bellowed, "Daaaaaadddddd!!!!!" around midnight. When I entered her room, she said, "Cleo peed."
"Where?"
"On the bed. And my leg. And my hand."
She seemed pretty calm about it. Calmer'n me, Dude.
I peeled back the covers to find an eight pound dachshund curled up against Rosellen's stomach, and a spray of brown nastiness on the sheet and Rosellen's leg. I started to explain that this wasn't pee, but rather a glandular expression. In her 9 year old way, Rosellen cut me off, saying, "I know. Anal glands. The vet usually expresses them."
The stench was unholy. I changed the bed, hosed down the kid, put the oogy linens in the washer to soak and ponder their fate, and re-tucked the kid.
Stinkfinger, indeed.
Gross.
This looks like the same mistake am making, i.e. having Chloe in my bed! Now I can't get her out - HELP!
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