"AAAAAAAAH!!" I suddenly hear and Denny runs into the bedroom.
I catch my son who jumps up with tears in his eyes and moments later our Doberman Bingo runs in after him with his tongue hanging out.
Looking down at Denny, I wipe away his tears, "Baby what's wrong?"
He grabs onto my hair and pulls me down, "Daddy, he's going to lick me," he says making me frown.
I look at Bingo staring at him making me look back at my son, "But baby, he always licks us," I say and he pulls away and stares into my eyes with a horrid look.
He turns to look at Bingo and starts crying, "But he licks his pee-pee, I don't want him to lick me."
My husband walks into the room from his home office and stares at Denny. He turns to me and asks, "Can't we throw him away?"
"Who?" I ask.
"Denny," he says and walks away.