Dog Dishes

I believe that I have posted before about Rachel's love of the dog dishes. Since most people she knows and spends time with have dogs, I'm sure she thinks that everyone's home has a bowl of water on the floor. We've used various methods to keep her out of the dog bowls... At some point, I'm sure she'll finally be able to understand that they're not really playthings. Until that day comes, we'll have scenes like this:

This was yesterday. Nick came home from work and was hoping for a few quiet moments before he went out into the heat to mow our lawn. Rachel felt it was a good time to use the dog dishes like cymbals and go in to see Daddy. Good thing she's cute. ;)

This morning, she found the dog dishes before I had a chance to put them behind the gate. The look of sheer joy on her face is priceless. Tuesday I scrubbed and scrubbed on my hands and knees to get all the grime from strawberry season off the floor. Yesterday, Rachel must have thought I missed a spot and dumped the water dish all over the floor. She's so helpful.

And through all this...there is my sweet dog, who I am certain, remembers fondly the days before Rachel when her world was quiet and her water bowl was full. To me, it looks as if she's saying... "Hey Kid! Can you at least put something in it if you're going to carry it all over the house?"