Back home again

When I got home from Indiana, Tina and I took Katie for a walk at the local park. While Katie made dootie, Tina prepared to do her duty. Dootie-duty. (I'm a damn fine writer, aren't I?)


No one told Katie that she wasn't supposed to go for a swim, so while I walked out onto little "duck island", Katie followed me, though she took the muddy route. I couldn't stop laughing while Tina was yelling for Katie to get out of the mud. I didn't mention that Tina wore a white sweater that day, did I...?

I ran her around a bit to try her, and wipe some of the mud off.


We put her in the back of the truck for the ride home, then right into the laundry sink for a bath. She used to be afraid of that sink, but now she just sits down under the warm water and enjoys it.

I don't know why Katie used to be afraid of the sink. Just because it looks like it belongs in a slaughterhouse. Those stains do look like blood, don't they? Hmmmm.


Yes, I made Tina do all the work while I cheered from the sidelines.