Yesterday morning, I was standing by my kitchen sink, sipping the day’s first cup of coffee. It was 7:00 a.m. and the daughters had just left for school. I was gathering my wits.
Suddenly the sound of dripping water …… I was not transported – I was transfixed.
Little Mr. Edgar Allen Poe – he who still squats in the yard rather than lifting his leg like a man. he who had just been outside to take care of the morning’s ablutions.
There he was, lifting his leg and peeing into the giant water dish I keep on the floor for all of the dogs, including him!
He was in perfect balance and his aim was precise. He did not miss a drop.
I live in a nut house.