As some of you may know, my husband wasn't raised with animals so he isn't to hip on the idea of dogs in the house. He's gotten used to it and I think he secretly enjoys it. When he's grumpy he'll still complain. Last night, he was moody so he was going on and on about how they are filthy and they shouldn't be in the house. I kept arguing with him that they were clean and whatnot.

Then, Dusty saw the cat and got all excited. When he sees the cats he zeros in on them and nothing else exists. I do not spank Dusty, but I pat his bottom with my hand to get his attention when he's harrassing the cats. Anyways, I tapped his bottom and his huge cloud of dust poofed up. The whole room got Dusty. Lmao! Mike was like "Tell me they aren't dirty again?"