The entire house smelled like poop the other day. I couldn’t get away from it. Every bowel movement from all three kids, all morning long, was of the mushy brown variety. I was constantly cleaning somebody up.
Long-suffering, kind old Emma. She lets my kids hug her and tug her ears and sit on her back. She lets them run up to her, throw their arms around her neck, and whisper in her ear, “I wuv you, Emma!”
|I just wanted to point out the little white cord coming out from the lower left hand corner of Emma’s fleece-covered dog bed. Don’t feel too sorry for her, guys, since she is the only creature in this house with a heated bed this winter. 🙂|