Oh Crap. And I mean it.

How do you tell the very sweet,  very old woman at the vet, who has begun letting your dog lick her face all over, that, that cute little dog just ate a whole pile of poop.  It had, moments before, been hanging from his chin.  Ahhhh!! She snuck up on me before I could say anything and started having him give her kisses, and was making a big deal of it.  I figured that I would just pull him back and not say a WORD.  She would be horrified and embarrassed, right?!

I was sending my VERY STRONGEST brain waves over to my daughter to remain calm and don’t say ANYTHING.  She opened her mouth with shock and said, “OHHH!  I wouldn’t do that!!!…..(n000000… don’t say it!) He bites!”  Pheww!!! So I pulled Piper away and finished paying.  But the sweet old lady continued to ooh and awe over Piper.  And again, she started having him kiss her all over her mouth trying to prove to Cupcake that he doesn’t bite!  At this point, I am getting totally freaked out–not by the poop kisses (can’t she smell it?!) but by the fact that if Cupcake lets our secret out at this point, I am going to look like a total tool.  So just as my wide-eyed Cupcake is opening her her big smiling mouth to tell this lady who-knows-what, I yanked on Piper’s leash, pinched Cupcake and turned us all alround practically running out the door.  Close call.

That, by the way, is a small glimpse into the spectacle of a vet visit we had today.  We are always a spectacle when the 3 of us are together.  Sort of like a storm blowing into a small peaceful village.