Orange you curious?

Today Kylee was given an orange. I flopped it onto the floor as though I were a merchant introducing the catch of day.

She remarked that it wasn't a hot dog, yet far too round and rolley to pass up investigating. Mr. Morgan cut it up for her and she devoured it. I will wait for her to see the next florida orange juice commercial and ask why her water bowl isn't filled with that. Fuck water, I want JUICE! And more wine.

We wonder what effects this will have when it works it's way out the other end of happiness, but think fruits are a far better choice than processed meat and cheese - by my prompting. I'm not trying to replace another dog anytime soon and set bad dietary standards, it is funny to watch two grown adults feeding a dog citrus, and fighting over the portions, when we don't even partake in it.

There is the constant:

"She needs to go outside" I say.
"I can't take her out right now."
"She can't wait and has stolen all of my slippers. I'm not fond of walking her out barefoot through dried piss puddles or I'd take her."
"Well I can't, in battle."
"OH, no need. She handled it."
"I said one minute!"
"In puppy time.... that is too long."

Duh. She had shit and pissed within about .5 seconds. I told him to get the fuck up. I had nothing on my soles and one of my biggest peeves is nasty feet. Plus I have just showered. She was doing the Puppy-Pee-Poop-Prance and he ignored it, so can clean it.

Kylee is now very fed, very relieved and very comfortable. Shit, piss, eat and be bathed. This is my distant future.

-DM