The brown dog on the left is Doggie.
Not to be confused with Blue Doggie, who is next to him.This isn't the greatest picture, but you know who I'm talking about. You may have seen Doggie riding in the redneck truck in his blog debut.
And yes, this is now how we read. It's always at least the two dogs and a truck. And maybe a car and a ball, but those seem to be optional.
Doggie is Jordan's favorite stuffed animal, which makes me happy because I love him, too. He's from IKEA, so he was totally affordable, and we have a backup Doggie in case something terrible befalls him.
On a side bar: I love IKEA's toys. There's a stuffed elephant I keep looking for, because Jordan loves elephants. (Effent! Effent!) But it's perpetually out of stock and you cannot order online. What's with the Swedes and their unavailable elephants?
Anyway, back to Doggie.
Most importantly: he is machine washable.
Now, I am a woman who regularly goes to work with oatmeal in her hair and peanut butter on her pants. We wipe Jordan's hands off as best we can after meals. But there is always schmutz.
Jordan gets a bath most days, but not every day. This is a kid who chews wood chips at the playground. We think of it as building his immune system.
In other words, we're pretty tolerant of crud. So Doggie, like the rest of us, sometimes gets a little crusty here and there. This is fine.
On Saturday morning Jordan kept running from the kitchen to the back room with Doggie and Blue Doggie in tow. And at some point I realized there was a puddle forming on the floor.
I followed the trail out of the kitchen, into the bathroom, straight up to the toilet. To the scene of the pool party, where Doggie had been learning to tread water.
We all have our limits.