He then ran up to the sliding glass door looking ready to come inside, jump all over the furniture and play with our son, who is home for the holidays and a dog favorite. I knew I had to go out with the watering jug and rinse off his leg first. When he saw me coming, he hung his head low in shame, full well knowing the red jug means a good leg rinsing. Well, I must have gotten some water on my hand, as it stuck to the sliding door handle. I looked in the sun room, and there's my wife wiping our spastic dog's leg dry. After finally making eye contact, she gave me that classic "you're an idiot" look. At least I know I have a gift bottle of Blanton's waiting for me this evening. Merry Christmas! ** Edited by pfishe at 12/24/2022, 6:29:39 PM