My Little Dude always makes me laugh. Here is a conversation we had as I was washing him up after a long day of play in the sand.
“Nana are you going to da fireworks wiff me?”
“Yes, Buddy, Papa and I are going with you,now climb up here on the sink so I can wash you up before we go.”
He climbs up and I get him stripped down and start washing his body because we don’t have time for a bath. I get to his legs and the sink is already black from all the dirt. I am giving his feet a good scrubbing when I hear him yelp,”Owwwwwww,my dog toe!”
I am confused and scared because I love my family’s feet. I can tell you who anybody in my family is just by looking at a picture of their feet. I don’t know why but kissing my grandkids feet is one of my greatest pleasures but I will not kiss an animals foot even if it is attached to my Little Dude. I had to get to the bottom of this.
“Your dog toe?”
“Yes,my dog toe,I got it at Aunt Yinda’s.”
I look down at his big toe and he has a scratch on it. Apparently one of Linda’s dogs nails scratched his big toe and made it bleed a few days before and it was still sore.
Thank heavens it was a booboo.You never know when people will try to scam your grandkids with a lucky dog toe.
