Remember that scene in the movie ‘Beethoven’ where the little girl shares her ice cream cone lick-for-lick with the drooling giant dog; swapping spit and generally having a great time bonding? When I first watched that scene as a child, and still now, watching that ribbon of drool hang between Beethoven’s mouth and the ice cream made my stomach churn and I couldn’t think of anything quite as disgusting as having a lick of that ice cream (and I LOVE ice cream as much, if not more, than the next guy). Even watching the little girl eat the ice cream was enough to make me vomit in my mouth just a little bit; excuse me for just a moment while I...
That being said, I walked in an a very similar scene in my own living room the other day between my red heeler Alfie, Baby Boy and a pear that one of them had stolen from my hand bag. Alfie was munching away on the pear as happy as can be, when all of a sudden, out of nowhere, Baby Boy comes crawling in and snatches the pear from Alfie's mouth. I stood there in shock as the following monologue played through my head: "Oh Alfie, that's nice sharing the pear with Baby Boy. Okay Baby Boy, give it back to Alfie now. You cannot surely want to bite the pear after the dog has been munching on it. Oh no you don't. No... No... No... No... I am so not going to kiss you for a few days."
On the one hand, it was mega cute that my boys get along so well and are going to be the best of friends (it was touch and go there for a while until Alfie realised that Baby Boy was a great source of food), but super disgusting that Baby Boy launched right into the pre-masticated section of pear that Alfie had been devouring not 10 seconds earlier. Let's just say, I brushed his teeth well that night.
Oh my darling, I do love you, but please stop eating such interesting things.
xx.Mummy Arnold.
PS. If you would like to hear more about my life with Baby Boy and Daddy Arnold (and see what we look like), please come and check us out at www.iheartarnold.wordpress.com
That being said, I walked in an a very similar scene in my own living room the other day between my red heeler Alfie, Baby Boy and a pear that one of them had stolen from my hand bag. Alfie was munching away on the pear as happy as can be, when all of a sudden, out of nowhere, Baby Boy comes crawling in and snatches the pear from Alfie's mouth. I stood there in shock as the following monologue played through my head: "Oh Alfie, that's nice sharing the pear with Baby Boy. Okay Baby Boy, give it back to Alfie now. You cannot surely want to bite the pear after the dog has been munching on it. Oh no you don't. No... No... No... No... I am so not going to kiss you for a few days."
On the one hand, it was mega cute that my boys get along so well and are going to be the best of friends (it was touch and go there for a while until Alfie realised that Baby Boy was a great source of food), but super disgusting that Baby Boy launched right into the pre-masticated section of pear that Alfie had been devouring not 10 seconds earlier. Let's just say, I brushed his teeth well that night.
Oh my darling, I do love you, but please stop eating such interesting things.
xx.Mummy Arnold.
PS. If you would like to hear more about my life with Baby Boy and Daddy Arnold (and see what we look like), please come and check us out at www.iheartarnold.wordpress.com
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