Those times when he gets a little too much human food and starts barfing everywhere or gets the toots. The nasty, smelly dog poots.
Those times after I'm done cleaning up his accidents, when I madly scrub off my hands up to my elbows in the hottest water I can take (and then some) even after I wore rubber gloves.
Those are the times when I think, how will I ever handle children?
Always Three Words,
Nadia Echo
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