Tiny chumley buzzed about our backyard yesterday afternoon, happily running to and fro digging holes with his mighty paws until finally it was time for me to bring out the doxie kryptonite, and watch his paws transform from supercharged earth movers into dainty little somethings that could hardly touch the warm soapy water for fear they might melt, or worse yet, become clean again.
mom, how bout we rethink this whole paw wash thing? i hardly think superman exposes himself to kryptonite after every time he saves the world, much less washes his hands. know what i mean?? :) :)
2 comments:
Oh Baxter, those ears of yours tell us exactly how you feel about that paw wash!
hee hee miss meredith, my ears always give me away :)
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