All Wet

I came home the other night and noticed when Maisie greeted me at the door that her face was all wet. I thought for a second how that could possibly be, and then with horror I knew. Maisie's honeymoon phase with us is officially over and bad habits are cropping up like mosquitoes near standing water. I realized glumly that drinking out of toilet bowls could be added to the ever-growing list. Then I came in the kitchen and saw that her water bowl was empty, and I felt really terrible. Poor dog. I guess if I were thirsty enough, I would drink out of the toilet too. Maybe.