Going to the Dogs

I have a somewhat laissez-faire attitude about my children and germs. I mean, I don’t let them eat poop or anything (except that one time.)However, I do believe that children should get dirty (not STAY dirty; we bathe them semi-regularly) in order to allow them to (1) be children and (2) build up their immune systems.

So when I brought wee baby Justus home from the hospital and the dog showered him with affection by licking him, sometimes in the mouth, I just rolled with it. When we went to the play ground and he would eat handfuls of sand, it didn’t really concern me as long as there weren’t any cigarette butts. I don’t let him lick the furniture at the doctor’s office but aside from that I’m pretty lax.

Today we met our friend Suzie at the dog park. Unfortunately we are going to have to rehome Ginger before we move overseas. Lucky for us, Suzie adores Ginger and is going to give her a new home. Our playdate today was an opportunity for her existing dog, Nyla, to meet her future fur sister and it went exceptionally well, especially for Justus.

I got thirsty
I got thirsty
This is the good stuff
This is the good stuff

Because in the summer it is approximately 3 degrees cooler here than on the surface of the sun, the dog park powers that be fundraised and installed a doggy water fountain that allows patrons to no longer have to haul in their own water for their pooches. But as with any water feature, it is apparently also a huge draw for toddlers. When I went to water the dogs, the opportunity was too much for Justus to pass up.

 

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