A walk with the family dog after work usually makes my day.
Our pug, Otis, was following at my heels as I entered the kitchen, where my daughter was reading her book at the table.
As I headed toward the back door I said, “you have to do poohs and pees before you get your dinner.”
My 21-year-old daughter muttered an “okay” as she looked up at me.
I broke into laughter and explained that I was talking to Otis.
“Wait, what did you say?”
I repeated myself as the dog and I continued toward the back door.
Tarah’s embarrassed sly grin, as she realized the humor in her response, is actually what made my day.
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