A fair warning that this post is not for those with a weak stomach, and if you are eating, you might want to come back later.
This little Rover has a thing for the dishwasher. It's open and he's trying to climb in (or makes it in as illustrated below) He keeps me on my toes, the first thing out is always the knives, because a Rover and a chef's knife are not a combination I am interested in exploring.
So a few weeks ago I was battling David trying to keep him at bay while I tried to unload the dishwasher, and he had wrangled out the basket that the utensils go in that sits on the door. And to my horror of horrors this is what I saw:
OH MY STARS IN HEAVEN! I KNOW! I KNOW!!!! If you know me at all, you know that I am a bit of a clean freak, with a healthy dose of germ-a-phobe thrown in for good measure. And I seriously just about hit my knees with disgust over this. And OH MY I felt so queasy. Is that not the most disgusting thing you have ever seen?! A very thorough scrubbing later, all was right with the world again. It never occurred to me that this needed to be cleaned. So now I have added my dishwasher to the cleaning routine, and if you haven't checked behind your utensil basket, consider this a friendly PSA and clean it today!
The Rover says, "Hey Mamas- clean your dishwasher today!"
**I now take out the utensil basket and place it on the bottom rack unless I have a very full load, and for those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, this is how it fits on the door: