I realized tonight that all I ever talk about is my dogs and sons bodily functions. I saw a couple of friends tonight at the farmers market and for some reason I felt the need to tell them about Duke and his ailments which include a staph infection and mommy induced barf. It seems to be all I talk about anymore. Diarrhea, butt rashes, barf, boils on doggie private parts, cat hairballs, snot, pee, and probably some more disgusting stuff. I am sorry for this. If I walk up to you and start a conversation with "I had to make Duke puke tonight because he got into the cream cheese," please stop me. Or if I start talking about diarrhea while we are on the phone and you are trying to eat dinner, please stop me. I can't seem to stop myself. Start a new conversation. Something safe, the weather, politics(if you are brave) or flowers. I feel this pulling need to talk about this disgusting stuff that I would of barfed at before kids and dogs. I apologize to you my friends, you know who you are.
This morning as I was in the bathroom, Bear got into some left over dessert that someone left on the living room floor the night before. I didn't know it was there, I didn't even think to look. All I know is that I came out of the bathroom and saw him hunkered down facing the couch. I said his name and when he turned around, I couldn't help but laugh. He had caramel all over his face and hands and looked up at me with the biggest grin and said, "hmmmmm!" So now he has a diaper rash. I guess at least he enjoyed the caramel.