
While making my supper tonight, I accidentally dropped a bottle of ranch dressing on the floor. Luckily, there was not much in it, so the mess was minimal. As I surveyed the white, creamy splatter spanning my linoleum, I contemplated how to go about cleaning it up. That is when it hit me...I have a dog! Dogs are the best floor cleaners around. I whistled for Elvis. He was instantly there. He's very aware of anything going on in the kitchen, especially when I am cooking. I tend to drop things. I pointed at the spill and asked him "What's this?"

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I'm thinking Otto and Soph would turn their noses up at Ranch dressing, too. I'm not even a fan. ;)
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