August 29th 2007 1:51 pm
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The Youngest Brother was home from school today with an upset tummy. Being a female, my nurturing, mothering instincts kicked in immediately. As soon as it was apparent that the lad was ill, Mulligan hid with Dad. I rose to the circumstances and tended to the poor boy's needs and helped Mom with the clean up. After I was threw all the carpet needed was a final wiping with some Lysol cleaning wipes.
I also cleaned up after Mulligan yesterday. While Mom was making lunches before school, Mulligan was sitting in his usual spot with long strings of drool hanging down from his lips, forming a big puddle on the floor. Ever mindful that with Mom's gimpy foot she could slip and fall, I licked up the soft-ball size puddle until the floor was virtually dry.
Youngest Brother spent most of the rest of the day parked on blankets on the family room rug. I snuggled close to monitor his fever. Then Mom ordered "Firehouse Dog" from Pay-per-View. Boy that Dewy, or Rexxx or whatever the star's name was; what a HOTTIE! Mulligan had nothing good to say as he sees any such dog as a threat to his ego. All I had to say is boy I'd like a p-mail from that Firehouse Dog! I give it a two dew claws up (to borrow Dexter's terms) while Mulligan just wimpered to Mom that he hoped young lad kept his germs to himself.
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