When I come home, I carry my miscellaneous shit in and begin a washtub of dishwater for my various containers that held water, tea and whatever food (I can’t eat ‘out’ due to Celiac and Fenton’s water is atrocious; I grew up drinking our ranch’s spring water and prefer it).
Bobby waits til we get to the part where I ask, ‘do you want to clean this?’
I skid the container over, he picks it up and carries it to his bedbed, where he licks it clean, then tosses it back towards me.
How he takes it to bed to work on it cracks me up but I’d never thought about how funny it is that he tosses it back was til The Duchess mentioned one day.
He’s a card!