My mom wants me to launch an email assault on Brita because she's had issues with their h2o filters. The last time she changed the filter in her jug, a huge black cloud of charcoal dust washed out of the filter like ink from a scared squid (think Finding Nemo, people). She's worried not about the people in the house, but the dog. She's giving him filtered water and is trying to coerce my dad into trying the partly tainted water from the Brita. Hmmm, that's a very subtle revelation of order of importance: dog first, husband second. My dad has now become the official taster for the pooch.

God bless him if the dog suddenly doesn't want to eat his dog food.