Repeatedly telling the 12 year old the same shit repeatedly...today's one is a monthly discussion.
Me to DD, now remember to move the bin uptown the windowsill in the bathroom, or bring your STs down and put them in the garden bin.
Her, yes mum. Rolls her eyes, mortified.
Me, I'm not trying to annoy you, but you know the dogs going to eat them otherwise.
Her. I KNOW. I'll do IT.
Storms off.
Later that day, maybe the next day, maybe a few days later....
Muuuum. Hes gone in my bin.
The only uncertainty is whether at that point I know or whether I have that to look forward to.
Dear mumsnet users. Sometimes this is a surprise until I see something white hanging out of the dogs arsehole.
What follows next is me walking in front of him, locking knees almost over his shoulders to keep him still, as I hook a dog poo bag over my hand and try to grab the sanitary towel from his arse.
I then look like a dog pervert who's chosen halfway through a walk to interfere with the dog.
Tonight I've told DD if it happens again shes the one who's going to be fishing them from the dogs arse in future, and if it gets lodged in him, it could do some very serious damage. Another eye roll and I KNOW.
No you dont know. The neighbours have seen me pulling all sorts out of the dogs arse! No wonder no one talks to me!