Last night Tink came in with a story to tell me. (BTW, there is always a story to be told or song to be sang or dance to be watched at our house.)
Tink: I was in my room with Bo and he was lovin' on me and licked my leg, so I licked his head.
Me: You licked the dog?
Tink: Yep. We were lovin' on each other.
Me: Next time, let's not LICK the dog. Okay?
Later, Tink was playing on the front porch while I washed dishes. Tink came inside with her new High School Musical hairbrush.
Me: What are you doing out there sweetie?
Tink: I was brushing Maggie with my new brush.
Me: You brushed the dog with your hair brush?
Tink: Yeah, I was being really thoughtful to Maggie and brushed her.
Me: That was very thoughtful. Next time you should let me know and I will get the doggy brush for you.
I'm pretty sure this is at least partly my fault. I treat the dogs like part of the family and call them the kids. I think we need some rules on doggy lovin' and grooming put in place around our house. Wouldn't you agree?