Who did it?!?!

Not all of the animals we foster come in with perfect house manners. We deal with all manner of hazmat cleanup from those with four legs, as well as those with two. We work with everyone to make them adoptable. In fact, we have at least two prime canine candidates (pleasedeargodinheavensomeoneadoptHavocorMayhemsoon) who weren't perfect to start with. Not saying they are perfect now, but that's not the purpose of this story. :)

Generally speaking, if there's a "hazmat" incident, the first words out of our mouths are "Awwwww, maaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnn!" Really, any disappointing incident (mischievous diabetic dogs eating the last of the donut sticks, furniture being blown off the twenty foot deck in scenes reminiscent of "Wizard of Oz", the possibilities are endless) is met with an "Awwwwww, mannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!" Given the fact that the two adults of the house were once in the Army, "Awwwwwwwwwww, mannnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!" is pretty darn tame.

KIC has developed a rather endearing, and almost accurate, knee jerk reaction to the phrase "Awwwwwwwww, mannnnnnnnnnnnnnn!" As soon as the words are out of my mouth, her immediate reaction is "Who did it??? Who PEED? Was it Havoc?" There are several variations of what follows after that, but those three questions are the first out of her mouth every single time. And every single time, *I* nearly pee laughing. I hoped that fostering would have a profound affect on my family, this just wasn't quite what I was expecting.