I knew this day was going to come eventually…
When Jack and I got back from running errands this afternoon, I laid him down in the middle of the living room as I often do to play with toys while I unloaded the car.
I noticed on one of my countless trips back and forth that Jack had scooted very close to the love seat and was reaching underneath the couch. I quickly moved him back to the middle of the room and continued going about my business.
A few minutes later, as Jack is happily playing, I notice he is chewing on something. He is constantly sucking on the tags of his toys or looking for something to put in his mouth, so I didn’t think much of it.
I swirl my fingers in his mouth and don’t feel anything.
A couple minutes go by and I notice he is still chewing. I look in his mouth again and that’s when the horror sets in…
My son was chewing on a dog hair tumbleweed. SICK!
I’ll be honest, with all the packing and organizing we’ve been doing, I haven’t kept my house as clean as I usually do and if you let up even for one day on the dog hair, it immediately starts to take over. Also, under the couch is a breeding ground dog hair collection; but there’s no excuse for what happened today.
To think I let my son chew on dog hair gives me the shivers all over.
Immunity building right?