Phone call from B:
B:What exactly do we use to wash the dog?
Me: Dog shampoo. Upstairs. In the bathroom. Why?
B: And what do I use to wash Cass?
Me: Boy shampoo. WHAT HAPPENED?
B: Can his crocs go in the washer?
Me: Actually, I've been putting them in the dishwasher*. WHAT HAPPENED?
B: I'm dirty too.
Me: Holy God, WHERE'S THE BABY?
Apparently while I was at work yesterday the dog got away from Cass and went down in the watershed, which is nice and muddy and just slick enough to get the dog stuck in mud up to his belly,
which meant Cassidy had to climb down and get him, getting covered in mud in the process,
and then he lost his shoe and then his footing and was upset enough
that Bear waded in too.
The baby (smart girl that she is) just laughed at them when they came inside.
*and it works really well. Just take them out if you use a really hot sanitizing dry.