Saturday, March 22, 2008

Maple rolls in $&!* ... again.


My dear H is a well educated man. Very intelligent. Intuitive. A great listener. But this year he has taken to ignoring that still small voice that tells him to attach our brown furry dog, Maple, to her lead when he lets her outside.
When he does this, WITHOUT FAIL, Miss Maple makes a dash for the nearest pile of poo and rolls herself silly in it.
So, dear H has made a number of ( loud ) promises to never do THAT again, while carrying a very stinky dog down to the basement sink in a towel for yet another bath. ( Ears down, forlorn look on face ... Maple, not him ). And a week or so goes by and somehow it seems like a great idea to repeat the entire process. Sigh.
My dear H has attended 2 major universities and is a bright and perceptive person. I love him and he can give the dog all the baths he wants.

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