So this is what Mama found when she gotted out of the shower yesterday morning:
Titus had struck again. First, he chewed up the granola bar box (no granola bars were harmed - thank cod). Then Mama looked over to the left of the box. At first, she thought it was a puke pile. But on closer inspection, she realized that he had chewed the top off of a bottle of salad dressing. She admits that her first reaction was to sigh and wonder when the 'tocks trouble would start. But she did what she does in these situations - assess the damage and amount consumed so that she has good info for when she has to make those embarrassing calls to the v-e-t. She scooped as much back into the bottle as she could and then measured it and it didn't look like much was gone. She held out a gooey, salad-dressingy hand to Titus to see if he'd lick it and he wouldn't. Mama could not believe her eyes. Mr. Harvey Woofnagle does not like green goddess dressing! She did a little dance and gave Titus a big smooch between the froot bats. All in all, it turned out to be a good day: no embarrassing calls to the v-e-t, no 'tocks trouble, no puke piles, and we learned something new about our Titus. hee hee
Happy Wednesday, everybuddy!
Love,
Tazo
