Amid all the dog toys, raw hides and pet fur that encases my home in a constant state of an allergies worst nightmare lies a rather terrible affliction. One that, in all my years of having puppies, I would have never seen coming.
Licking. That's right, licking. They lick errrrreything. The walls, dishwasher, cabinets, bathroom floor, people, the couches and the worst of them all....our coffee tables. It wouldn't be so terrible if our tables weren't glass or if they licked the walls where I couldn't see them. Both Henry and Hannah have extremely long tongues so to see them sit there and lick things like that.....well, frankly they look like they're both on a bad lsd trip, or a good one?
In fact, as I'm typing this, the glass coffee table that took me fifteen minutes and a half a bottle of Windex is being licked from top to bottom. Just one long tongue mark from one end to the other. Great, now I have to clean it again.
I haven't showered alone in weeks. If I leave the door shut, it sounds like they're clawing for dear life because a serial killer is about to behead them and the only safe place is with me in the bathroom. I can't decide if I find it cute or annoying.
"Oh hey Mom, I see you're in the shower. We should probably poke our heads in and lick the tub to make sure it's safe for you. Well, I'll lick one side, Hannah will poke her head in the other side to lick the faucet and let all the hot air out that you've accumulated. You know, you look pretty lonely in there, why don't I jump in there with you and lick your legs? It will be character building and quality time even though I hate being in the shower. You just really look like you need some company in here."
I guess the only good thing about that is that even though I consider them my babies....they don't have thumbs so they could never actually let themselves in like a real child. Hmm....
Xoxo
Riley Writes
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