January 6, 2010

White Dog always finds a way to put a positive spin on any situation. She has convinced herself (and almost Steve) that the reason for his cold is to generate kleenex for her amusement. As his cold works its way out (mostly through his red, raw nose), Steve's constant companion has become the tissue box...and in his wake he leaves spent, wet wads. White Dog knows these are germ-laden and should be disposed of immediately so the Fluffy One "throws herself on the live grenade" so to speak and eats what ever kleenex she can reach. Although I appreciate her brave loyalty, I have asked her to stop this disgusting habit...to no avail. Alternately, (when she is tissue-stuffed, perhaps?) White Dog will gather the offending paper, shred it into the smallest pieces possible and then scatter it all over the house. This does minimize contact since the scraps can usually be vacuumed up. I have suggested to Steve that perhaps the best solution would be for him to attach a plastic bag (which could be emptied as needed) to his box to hold used medical waste...White Dog has kindly volunteered to handle the disposal!