Anatomy Lesson

Or a story wherein my new dog gets molested.

Okay, because every once in a while I am scraping the bottom of the barrel for blog posts I have to resort to exploiting one of my offspring. This is one of those posts. If you cringe at the thought of using one of your children for entertainment purposes, read no further and check out some of my bloggy links in my sidebar.

Having a new puppy is proving to be HIGHLY entertaining. When you cross of the times when you just let said dog out to use the bathroom and she comes in and pees on the carpet right in front of you, it has been a pleasant experience....at least for those of us who actually live in our home.

My sister was so kind as to indulge DH and I in a night out. She came to watch our new puppy. The kids are potty trained and all they really needed was someone who knew how to use gas appliances. So it was really the dog she was here to watch.

Having come home from a lovely evening I came home to a disgusted sister and two very happy children and a puppy who had been manhandled in a way no puppy should EVER have to be handled.

My sisters story is this (at least as close as I can get to what she told me)...

"I was sitting on the couch with The Princess, The Pea and Rosie. I looked over at the Pea and noticed that she had the dog with her back laying on her like a doll. I saw that she was rubbing a certain body part. I said 'Pea, what are you DOING?!?!?!?!' The Pea then said matter-of-factly, 'I am playing with her belly button.' "

Yikes. My poor sister had to tell The Pea that we don't play with the doggy's belly button. Then she made her scrub her hands...LOTS!

So today I asked The Pea why she played with the puppy's belly button. She pulled up her shirt and showed me her belly button. Have I mentioned that The Pea has a HUGE outie.

We then talked about how it really isn't a belly button at all, but the hole the dog uses to go potty. We don't play with that hole on us...or the dog.

Chalk this up to one of those conversations that I NEVER thought I would have. Kind of akin to when I had to tell her last week that it would never be a good idea to poop in our chocolate milk.

Nice.