The Revlon Revelation

Yesterday morning the younger dog, Baci, was going bananas from lack of activity. Usually, both dogs get a long walk every morning and evening, but with my Situation and the heat over the last few days, that hadn't been happening as regularly as usual. This resulted in The Canine Freakout, otherwise known as tucking his tail in and tearing around the bedroom like his a** was on fire, round and round, on the bed, off the bed, chase the tail, on the bed, off the bed, woof woof woof. (Oh, to have the energy of a 18mo dog. Seriously.) I was laying on the bed, scrunched up next t0 the wall, giggling, with Old Man Tyler Dog next to me.

Enter DH, carrying a leash, which was apparently what had spurred on the display of Doggie Joy. Also enter Patrick, who was going to be tagging along on the walk.

Baci leaped on the bed and rolled around, flailing his head and tail, grunting and wagging. As sometimes happens when a Boy is too excited, his, urm.... Lipstick made an appearance. I have no idea why dogs are made that way, with their Thing all Revlon'd out, but GROSS.

Patrick, darling boy that he is, pointed and yelled, 'Hey!!! Look at THAT!!!! It's Really Big!!!!!'

They both headed for the stairs. Then, a second later I heard... wait for it.....

'Hey!!! It's even bigger than yours, Daddy!!!''

and the front door slammed shut!!!!!

It's a wonder they didn't have to take me back to the ER, because I was laughing so hard it's a wonder I didn't split open all my stitches!!!!!!!!