From day one our Isabelle has had an irresistible face.
One that gets away with murder and lives to tell about it.
And she loves keeping that mug of hers clean, especially after a breakfast of hard food, canned food and all topped off with some plain old yogurt.
She loves a full belly and a clean and shiny face.
She wipes her face off on the doggie bed, which I allow.
But NOT the furniture!
This morning we had not moved the doggie bed from our bedroom to the family room so she headed for the sofa cushions and I pushed her away not allowing her to wipe her face on it.
So she walked around the room looking for a place to wipe her face, found Rowdy lying on the family room rug and proceeded to wipe her mug on his back thighs.
Rowdy, like most boyfriends and husbands, allowed her to do this, just like a man who allows his wife to blow her nose on his sleeve when that is all that is available.
We all need a sleeve (or a thigh) from time to time.
Not me of course.
But most girls do.