From Mommy's Mouth to John's

May 14, 2011

Picture this:  Kepler, our 90 lb. rottie has gotten his lead all caught up in the bushes and trees on the side of our yard....where we chuck all the dog poop.  I have to head into the mine field in order to free the not-so-bright canine.  John stands at the edge of the yard and watches in amusement.  Once free, John is asked to bring the dog to the door and let him back inside.

As he does so, John sternly states, "That was unacceptable, Kepler!"

I guess someone actually does listen to what Mommy says once in a while.