In any given week, you might hear one or all of these things uttered at my house, either to or about the furchildren.
“Poop!” (After finding a deposit on the carpet, five minutes after they’ve been outside to potty. This is our most frequent exclamation.)
“Who peed in the office?”
“Time to rassle!”
“Pepper, move over.” (In the middle of the night.)
“Salsa, calm down!!”
“Go potty. Go potty. Go potty. Go potty. Go potty, and I’ll give you a treat. … Pepper, please go potty. Go potty. Go potty. Go potty. Go potty. Please potty. Go potty. Go potty. Go potty. Go potty. Hurry up. It’s cold [or hot] out here. Go potty. Go potty. Go potty. … Good potty!”
“Don’t lick me on the mouth!”
“But we like the mailman!”
“Who turned over the trash can?”
“Poop!”
“Who peed on the bathroom rug?”
“Don’t snatch! Be gentle.” (To Pepper, who likes to snatch her treats out of your hand.)
“That’s not very ladylike.” (To Salsa, when she flops onto her back to ask for a belly rub.)
“Dry your feet.” (Salsa’s signal to stop and wait for me when she comes in from the rain. They do have a little training.)
“Don’t bite me.” (To Salsa, who always bites my right index finger after I dry her feet.)
“Who peed in the laundry room?”
“Salsa, down!” (When someone arrives.)
“Who peed in the guest bedroom?”
“Salsa, chillax!”
“Pepper, you’re tiny.”
“Salsa, you’re pretty.”
(Whispering to Bruce) “Where’s the camera?”
“Salsa, you’re going to put my eye out with your tail.”
“Don’t bite me! I’m gonna bite you!” (During a rasslin’ match.)
“You have bad breath.”
“Don’t lick the window!”
“You stink!”
“Who needs a bath?”
“Anybody hungry?” (Just to see their joy as they race to the kitchen.)
(To both) “I love you.”
Sounds like my house, only replace Salsa and Pepper with Roxie. I feel your pain.
I got to thinking after reading this: It’s a shame it’s so much harder to get to those last words with people. Lately, I’ve been having a very hard time thinking kindly about the disability insurers whose recent decision feels a lot like they left poop on our floor. I wish it were easier to shrug off people “just doing what they do” and not so readily see evil.
sounds like my house too except they’re boys…
i’ve said a lot of those things at my house too … but not to the dog.
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