Keeping Nora out of the lake while we were on vacation was like keeping flies off a big, fresh, stinky pile of shit. We went so far as to hook the screen door when we were going somewhere to keep her from venturing outdoors.
It was fine when she was wearing her suitie and someone was watching her. Even if we weren't going anywhere. I personally think Lake Vermillion is down a couple inches for all the water she sucked up, both via her mouth and into her diapers. Super-absorbency at its finest is a Huggie that weighs more than my child, yet refuses to leak. I was impressed.
Yep, we were going to dinner one night, and then, on my head-count, I was one short. Guess where she was, in her only "nice" clothes? Waist deep in the water, sand gritting in her crack. Loveley.
The best, though, was after twenty four hours of heavy rains, there were flash flood type situations. Nora, gone again. Where ever could she be? She couldn't make it to the lake, for the current. But yes, there she is. Sitting in the 4 inch deep puddle in the front yard, six ducks swimming around her. She's happy and laughing, so what do I care? Until I see her bend over and drink directly out of the puddle that these same six ducks keep shitting in. Real nice, girl. It will be a horror story to tell her future suitors, for sure.
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