It could be in the kitchen in a corner...by the couch in the family room...completely out of the way someplace...but no matter where the dog's water bowl is, my dear hubby walks into it. You hear the slight clang of metal, a tiny splashing sound, and voila...another miniature puddle on the floor in yet another locale. Mind you, our dog is a Yorkshire Terrier and her bowl is the size of a hamburger. However, despite this fact, my husband needs to change yet another pair of soggy socks.
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