Scrub a Dub!

Kylee is not making much progress with her potty training. There were 3 happy piles of "I love you" to greet me this morning and I scowled at the bag of kibble, swearing to never feed her again if this is what happens.

She galloped about blaming Simon. I asked the Russian if it was his and he just raised an eyebrow at me in disbelief that I had the nerve to ask.

So! Kylee got a bath! I made a lot of mistakes with Delilah that I am trying not to repeat, one being her extreme fear and loathing of water. Mr. Morgan was taking a shower so I sheepishly snuck the brown dog into the stream to see if she'd melt, like Delilah always thought she would.

There was no melting.


Mr. Morgan asked why I can't take photos that don't include him undressed. All I could say was that as a photographer, it's my job to get what I can, when I can and that if he EVER managed to be less naked, I would get those photos too.

Wet dog wondering how water shoots from the ceiling.



Kylee likes to sleep on top of my head, I suppose because she knows I shower at night to avoid waking up any earlier than possible to do my hair. I woke up today looking like the model on the front of Chia Pet box from her tosses and turns on my scalp all night.

Thus far she hasn't pissed or shit on the bed, and I hope that remains a constant.

MR. "I can't wait until she is SO big."
ME "You're nuts, I want to stunt her growth."

-DM