No doubt by now, you have deduced from our frequent family conversations, that Joshua is rather humorous. This isn't always on purpose, but it just seems to work out that way. For example, this past week we had to make a trip to the vets office with the newest member of our herd. Chaz, our cocker puppy seems to have managed to create a hairline fracture in his knee. This required hours of my time and hords of my money, but anyway....back to the story. While we were enjoying being cooped in a small room that smelled of disenfectant and previous visitors, Josh noticed a jar on the counter containing a dog heart that had been afflicted with heartworms. This is fascinating stuff I tell you. That little jar alone accounted for much conversation involving hearts, dogs and worms. As Josh studied the rather grotesque, 500 year old looking, piece of dogs anatomy floating in formaldahyde, it occured to him that this could happen to his precious puppy. The conversation went something like this...
Josh: Does Chaz have heartworms?
Me: No.
Josh: Why?
Me: Because he takes medicine that kills them.
Josh: Can heartworms kill Chaz? (Obviously ignoring me)
Me: Yes, but he doesn't have them so you don't have to worry 'bout that.
Josh: If he dies will we cut out his heart and put it in a jar for decoration?
Me: No.
Apparently he has been so impressed by my decorating skills that he feels it would surely add to our home's ambience if we kept dog hearts in jars on our counters. Oh the wonderful legacy I must be leaving to my children........
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