May 17, 2018

White Dog nuzzled her brother's side. "He so loves meal time and eats with such gusto. It is hard when you have so few teeth to keep the noms from dribbling out a little. But it gets all over poor Tizenegy's furs and he HATES being brushed out, especially there."

"Maybe brother needs a bib," Zso started to giggle. I gave her a sharp look. "Do not be mean. No one likes when they feel messy."

I used a wet soap cloth and did a bit of spot cleaning until Tiz lost patience and walked away.

To WD I quietly thought out loud. "A bib. I wonder how we could make it work so it did not fall into the food and also looked stylish."