At breakfast my wife, Teresa, in the super-syrupy voice reserved only for the dogs, said, “Come here kids, Momma needs to get your eye boogers.” Then with her bare hands, between spoonfuls of cereal, she cleaned all their eyes.
Which reminded me. “Do I have something in my eye?” I asked her. “Could you help me get it out?”
She shuddered. “I can’t clean your eyes. It’s disgusting.”
In other words, in her eyes, I, her husband of 38-years, father of her children, am grosser than the dogs. Dogs who sometimes eat their own poo, wolf down dead animals, slurp up horse poop, and devour rotten garbage. (Let’s not even bring up where they lick.)
What will you or your family members do for your pets that you wouldn’t dream of doing for another human being? I really want to know!
