The same way that I’ve ended up becoming an occasional rag for our baby to wipe her snout on in between mouthfuls of her mash, gotten wet stains from her frisking me for snacks (No, that’s not a carrot and you can’t eat it) or rejoice at the sight of healthy, solid horse apples that are easier to scoop up than trying to sweep up dried patties.
We adopted something cute and ended up adopting the gross right along with it.
The same way that I’ve ended up becoming an occasional rag for our baby to wipe her snout on in between mouthfuls of her mash, gotten wet stains from her frisking me for snacks (No, that’s not a carrot and you can’t eat it) or rejoice at the sight of healthy, solid horse apples that are easier to scoop up than trying to sweep up dried patties.
We adopted something cute and ended up adopting the gross right along with it.
And I’d do it again.