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The Husband, who tries to tell people he hates all these stinking animals, is completely smitten. He thinks it's cute when Wilson tries to drink out of a glass. The thing is this is really weird for him. The Husband I mean, not Wilson. Water's water to Wilson. Doesn't matter if it's in a glass on the counter or in his bowl on the floor. It's for drinking. No big deal to him. The Husband though, is another matter.
We went to Maui once on a vacation years ago. Two of The Husband's sisters lived there and one of them moved in with the other one so we could stay at her house and have the place to ourselves. She left her dog there to keep us company. A really sweet & big old lug of a dog.
So one night we're watching TV and eating bowls of ice cream and the dog is sitting there right in front of me staring at my bowl of ice cream. Being the big sap for sad brown eyes that I am, I let the dog lick the last of my ice cream out of the bowl. The following conversation ensued....
The Husband: "Don't let him lick that bowl."
Me: "What difference does it make? It's gonna be washed with hot soapy water."
The Husband (In the most disgusted voice imaginable...): "Well if it doesn't matter, why don't I just shit in the bowl?"
Me: Unable to respond due to onset of hysterical laughter.
The Husband: "Well, what difference does it make? You said it didn't matter."
Me: Hysterical laughter ensues...
The Husband: Beginning to catch the hysterical laughter bug..."Well you said it didn't matter."
So it's not like I don't have reason to be a little surprised that he wouldn't mind Wilson drinking out of a glass. (We actually laughed about the bowl licking/shitting thing all night when it happened.)
We've become those old people who dote on their pets. I blame this on our children for failing to reproduce and give us grandchildren.
It's the stoopidist thing...
P.S. The Adventures Of Wilson...to be continued.
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