It cannot be as bad as what she finds out of doors. I’m certain of it.

Brady used to keep the area under the kitchen table clean. Then I bought lamb and rice food for her and she got picky. When the 5 lb. dog goes through one 40 lb. bag of dog food a year, I could justify the good stuff.

No longer. Next time, it’s Ol’ Roy. Maybe then the table scraps lovingly supplied by the kids would be more desirable.

In the meantime, I love to see Blaine’s cringe when I call for Brady when Pierce spits. Oh, it makes me laugh. I refuse to call it gross after seeing what the dog chews on outside.

How’s that for a glimpse inside the walls of this house? Oh dear.