I swear there’s a dog in my bowl!

I was walking to the kitchen yesterday afternoon and Mr. Flirty was pissing himself laughing. Sure, I was curious but with men, you never want to get too close so I peered in. Remember Charlie, our new puppy? Well, Charlie’s water bowl was in the center of the floor with just a bit of dirty water in the bottom and the rest of the water was evenly splashed all over the kitchen floor.

He had both paws in the bowl and was really going after it and the bowl was sliding across the floor giving up the last of it’s watery goodness. I looked at Mr. Flirty and said sweetly, “what the fuck is he doing????” I used the f word because I knew I was going to be the one cleaning it all up. Mr. Flirty is a programmer.. that’s all I need to say.

Apparently because he has a stainless steel bowl and I had just washed it so it was nice and shiny and full of clean water, he could see a dog in the bottom of the bowl. So he stepped on that dog and he moved. No, he’s still there. Step on him again and he went away. No, he’s there again. He did this until there was no water left in the bowl.

So why didn’t Mr. Flirty stop him from drowning the kitchen? He thought it was really cute that he was going after the other dog.

Mopping took about 10 minutes and then I refilled his bowl and turned around. You guessed it, the dog was back!! I got him before it was a full mop job and only put a few laps worth of water in the bowl.

So far today, the dog in the bowl is safe. He forgot about him.