Just wanted to share a recent email from one of our equally obsessed dog-owning friends that offers up even more proof that we dog folk have our own language:

I was cleaning up after Zora this morning because she must have gotten into something that didn’t agree with her and it made me think of you. I mean, it was so bad that I had to miss a meeting to give her a bath.

So, I’m washing icky things in places I won’t mention (and I gross out easy, in general), and I was more concerned about her not feeling well then about what I was doing.

So I now get the “whistling while picking up poo” thing. And why we are dog parents, not dog owners.

She’s feeling better now.

-Donele

The things we do for our dogs. I’ve definitely wash my share of “icky things” from the doggie buttock areas.

Keep them poo stories coming, Donele!