normal?

I wipe a bulldog’s butt every night. Strange? Surely. But the oddest part of it is probably the fact that it has become a perfectly natural part of my evening ritual, not fazing me in the slightest. As a matter of fact, I dare say I’ve gotten pretty good at it, developing a speedy swipe-and-wipe routine that doesn’t even seem to faze the dog much, either. Funny the things that can become a “normal” part of one’s day . . .