Dog food breath
What’s the one thing I hate smelling more than my dog’s dog food breath, you ask? My daughter’s dog food breath!
We’re up at Chris’ mom’s cabin in the mountains for the weekend to recuperate after a really long week for both of us. Little did we know that it was going to be 7 degrees here today. Seven! Degrees! I mean, we knew it would be cold. STORM WATCH 2007 on the news had told us as much. But single digits? My 80-degrees-sunny-and-clear head can’t even wrap itself around that! Luckily I am a habitual over-packer and brought the entire contents of both my and Sophia’s closets. So, yeah, we’re good on clothes.
Apparently what we’re not good on, however, is supervision. This place is as far from baby-proofed as possible. We currently have a kitchen chair wedged sideways at the bottom of the staircase to keep Sophia from climbing (stairs are a new fave). And that cupboard in the kitchen with the bleach? We told Sophia not to touch because it’s “HOT!” (That’s the one dangerous word she understands and fears. I’m working with what I’ve got here, people.)
But…the dog food. Completely forgot about that until I noticed that Sophia was being unusually quiet in the kitchen. When I wouldn’t give her cheese with breakfast — “cheese for every meal, please!” — she found her own way to fill up on extra protein. Ick. Dog food breath is particularly nasty on a toddler who only gives wet open-mouthed kisses!
Ah hahahah! That is too funny! Did I ever tell you that I used to eat cat food when I was little? I loved me some Meow Mix! Me and Sophia know how to dine, I’m tellin ya.