Halloween '07

Who's saving who?

I recently heard another story on the news about a family saved from a burning house by none other than their loving dog. In this particular instance, the family was sound asleep upstairs. There were no smoke dectectors (who needs 'em when you've got a dog?). There was a fire. According to the news report, they think the cat started the fire. (Why is the cat always the bad guy? Sheesh. And they don't even know if that's the case, so why even mention it? But no, the dog saved them, so the cat must've started it.)
Anyway, I digress... So there was a fire ( I personally think the dog started it- probably just to get the cat in trouble). According to the news, dog sees fire, dog thinks of his family, goes upstairs, wakes them up, and as a result of his love and loyalty, saved them from certain death. Dog is now a hero. I love these stories. I really do- they're warm and mushy, and I love dogs. But then I started thinking...
Who opens the door when doggy needs to poop? Not the dog. Who opens the door when dog needs to go out for any reason? Not the dog. So when there's a fire, and dog senses danger, and he needs to get his butt out of there, who is going to open the door? Why was he really up there doing his best to get his sleepy owners out of bed??

Ick

I woke up this morning, went into the bathroom, lifted the lid of the toilet, and what did I see?
My toothbrush, and the full tube of toothpaste.

Ezra strikes again.

Luckily I bought a two-pack the last time i got toddler toothbrushes. I got to brush with the blue crayon. Oh, and strawberry flavored baby toothpaste. Lucky me.