so this morning, i ran out to heat up the car while i left jonas playing in the living room. for those of you concerned for his safety, i made sure to move the set of steak knives 2 feet away from him. safety first, of course.
i so run out, turn the car on, and run back in. when i enter the living room, i see that zeusy has brought over his HUGE rawhide toy to the same rug that jonas was playing on. it was at that point that i remembered that i had left my flat iron on, so i ran to the bathroom to turn it off so that house wouldn't burn down. because man, that would suck, right?
i come back in to find no dog, and my child sitting there, happily gnawing away on the rawhide. i thought for a second about grabbing my camera or atleast my phone to take a picture, but then i remembered zeusy nibbling on his butt seconds before grabbing his chew toy. and then i sort of gagged a little.
or a lot. who's counting?
anyway, i take away the rawhide from jonas's grubby little hands, and i swear to you he looked up at me like i had just stabbed him in the kidneys. it was a look that almost made me reconsider taking away the rawhide and just giving it back to him.