When did Thursday become Hump Day???

I'm not even sure I can type this without turning 8 shades of red.  Macie's speech therapist is a super nice woman, and I am pretty sure she is one that does not swear, drink, and probably goes to church every Sunday.  That's just my assessment of her since I spend a few hours a week with her.  She came today, and worked with Macie inside for a bit.  When Macie started getting restless she decided to take her outside to play.  I had to run inside and make sure Emma was still napping.  When I went back outside Otis was going to town on the speech therapists leg.  It wasn't even a little subtle like I could play it off that he was jumping up on her.  He had the death grip on her knee, eyes rolled back in his head, and his ears and head were flapping around like he was having a seizure.  I about died of embarrassment, apologized, and then peeled Otis off her leg.  He could have at least taken her out to dinner before violating her like that!  If it wasn't bad enough, he went back for round two.