The puppy, Bridget, is doing well on potty training. Well doing OK as long as we watch her continuously. If someone slips up on guard duty, then puddles appear on the floor. Not good, no one wants puddles on the floor. So Last night a puddle appeared on the floor. Not my responsibility or problem even though it was geogaphically close to me. There’s no way I could have been responsible for missing a puppy accident. OK, maybe I could have Paid closer attention, but that’s not the point of this story.
Back to the puddle. Standard protocol upon finding a puddle is to use the mop, infused with a mild bleach solution to clean up the problem. And Bob, being the wonderful man he is, went to do that even though the puddle was geographically close to my chair. Bridget had other ideas, she though the mom was a wonderful toy, even with a bleach flavor. Yuck. Sounds like a terrible taste. But it is a funny picture. Unfortunately that dog wiggles, so getting action shots is difficult. Here’s the best of her eating a bleach infused mop strand. Enjoy.