Less than an hour later, Mack and I were back home and hanging out in our downstairs family room. He took off crawling around the couch to look out the window. He loves to do that, so no big deal I thought at first, until I realized that his happy chatter had stopped. I peeked over the couch to find that he had discovered a piece of rawhide on the floor and, of course, had it in his mouth. Yes, the same rawhide that Cooper had been chewing on only a few minutes early. Oh yeah, and Cooper likes to eat his own poop sometimes. Awesome.
I of course emailed my friend to share this little story, lest she think I have it all together. Which I highly doubt, since she was the same friend I had lunch with when Mack dumped my soup on the two of us. Supermom I am not :)
