I was thinking about how Tiny Dog needs a job, which led to this conversation with my friend Winnie:
Me: I wish I could teach Tiny to cook
Winnie: You would get disgusting food every day like shoes and torn up garden plants
Me: Flip flops
Winnie: Maybe a part of Presley
Me: Ripped up toys, a tuft of hair. Yeah, I guess it's not the best idea
Winnie: Maybe not the best, but definitely the most entertaining.
I guess I could just let both of the dogs do the dishes. Surely they can handle the pre-washing.