Sticky Toes.

Had to share this story from a few weeks ago:

In our Alabama induced food coma, we returned to Arizona. We picked the kids up from the borders and since they had that "some larger dog peed on me" smell we took them directly to the doggie salon to get prettied up.

There's a new Petsmart down the street from our house, so we didn't have to drive far. We were hanging out in the entryway of the grooming center for a good 5 minutes when suddenly Manda shrieked.

Yes shrieked.

We both looked down to see Garrison lifting his leg over Manda's feet. She was wearing sandals. Urine was running down her shins and between her toes. Even after the shriek Garrison continued to pee as if it was the most normal thing in the world to lift his leg and pee on his mom.

After Garrison was finished, we both just stood there. Well. Okay. I was laughing hysterically and Manda was letting a few four letter words fly. But there was standing involved.

As I was laughing, the assistant manager of Petsmart walked up to us and between giggles offered to clean Manda's shoes with sanitizer. Manda accepted. The groomer gave us a few towels to clean up with.

In total, this is the third time in Garrison's young life that he's peed on Manda.

He has never peed on me.

Peace Out.
=o)