This weekend Daddy took the dog out for a run and, annoyingly, he split his dewclaw.
The dog I mean. It was hanging off at a nasty angle and bleeding, and neither of us had the guts to remove it ourselves so off to the vets he went.
When my husband returned from the vets, fifty quid poorer, he said the poor pooch had been weighed. To his (my husband's) horror, he (the dog) had gained 5kg and was now officially on a doggie diet.
This doesn't surprise me. Whilst he is still walked twice a day, and runs like the clappers when the opportunity arises, he is basically my hoover. Dog: Barker at door, waker of babies, remover of floor debris.
Enter the BIBaDO bib.
|Day 1: Risotto. Nom.|
|Day 2: Bolognese. Distinctly more stain-y|
|That's one pissed off canine|
Well, the dog didn't approve, but I really liked it. No more scrubbing high chairs or Bolognese-stained trousers, hurrah! I just wish we'd had one earlier in our weaning journey. At the end of the meal, I can peel it off him and then discard the debris straight into the bin and give it a wipe, or for more serious damage stick it in the washing machine on 30. It hang dries in no time at all.
We have now put it in the change bag, as it will most certainly come in handy for trips out, where I hope to be able to avoid the floor sweep of shame after every meal.