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.


Author: Heres to ART not Cockroaches

Welcome to my life. My life as a mom is changing as the kids grow up, leave home, and build their own lives. This gives me a chance to rebuild myself as an artist, develop a spiritual path, and most fun of all, start going out on dates with my husband. Come here the stories about the small things in life that can make one very happy. Dogs running on a beach, great breakfast dates, kids and their adventures, and my own adventures in this wacky life. I'll share some of my progress in learning art while juggling a full time job as an engineer. And best of all, it's a chance for me to practice writing stories while keeping in touch with my kids. I look forward to hearing from you. Comments, thoughts, and invitations to meet for coffee are all welcomed. Enjoy the stories.

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