There was a drippy nose in my household, and it wasn't mine. It wasn't my husband's, or my daughter's, or even Bubba's. It was Schultz's! He's our hundred-pound German Shepherd.
The hairy beast had apparently contracted a canine cold. He kept trying to wipe his nose with his paw. It wasn't working so well. My daughter saw this, and decided to help him out. She grabbed some tissues and wiped his big, black sniffer.
He thought this was some kind of game. He rolled on his back and tried to eat the tissue.
"Schultz!" my daughter yelled. "Cut it out!"
He didn't. Soon the tissue was in shreds.
My daughter got up and huffed, "Fine. Have a drippy nose. See if I care!"
What did Schultz do? He got up, walked over to our sofa, and used it as his personal hanky.
"Schultz!" I bellowed. I gave the beast my meanest Mommy look and banished him to his crate.
Ugh! Yet another job for the steam cleaner.
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