Buster hadn't had a bath in a few weeks (ew) and when he came upstairs as the boys were in the tub, we let him hop on in. After a good old scrubbing, we got him out, dried him off, and sent him back downstairs. My back was turned for just a minute and as I turned back around to face the tub, I see my oldest....holding up a bath bucket....full of the doggy bath water....pouring it into his mouth!! "DON'T DRINK THE DOG BATH WATER!!!!"
Sweet goodness. The things I shouldn't have to say.



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