Stress really has a way of infiltrating into every part of our lives. Last night I had a dream that I was at the grocery store during rush hour with my two children who were acting like unruly zoo animals (this part is not exclusive to dreams, this is reality), and I found myself in the self-checkout lane with well over the maximum number of items. As I was scanning, I kept finding more and more items in my cart, to include an entire pile of loose baby carrots that had to be scanned one by one. As the line grew longer and more impatient, I kept scanning and apologizing. I woke up with my heart racing in a cold sweat. That’s stress.
This evening I came across my son using our dog’s toothbrush. I am not sure which part of that statement sticks out more; the part where our dog has a toothbrush, or the part where my son was using it. As revolting as this was, somewhere, in the back of my mind, I repeated the statement that we’ve all heard before: dogs’ mouths are cleaner than humans’. I’m not sure which loon came up with that concept. Probably some cat lover who got a kick out of watching his neighbor kiss his Rottweiler. I sure hope the guy is on to something, though, because just a few minutes ago I saw my son on all fours drinking water from the dog bowl.