Yesterday, something happened to me that I never could have imagined in a million years. The story went like this...
I drive home from work after a long day and decide to stop and pick up some necessary items at the store.
I get home, hurry inside and let my two wild animals out back to do their business. Normal afternoon, right?
After letting them back into the house, I head back out to the car to start carrying some things inside. I packed up my office yesterday so I had a huge box and then some grocery bags, jackets from my car, etc. It took me a few trips to get everything up onto the porch and then I opened the front door to start getting the stuff inside. Penny was standing there at the door waiting, but Seamus was no where in sight. And that's when I heard a noise.
Sounded like a lot of water running, which immediately threw me into a panic. I yelled for Seamus, ran through the house and ended up in my bedroom. The scream that came from inside me easily could have been heard 3 streets away. What I saw when I entered the room was the most horrifying thing that has ever happened in my house. There he was, my full grown, 2 year old, house trained dog...standing right in the center of my queen sized bed, peeing.
Landing in a puddle right on my comforter and running right through my sheets and into my soft, fluffy, pillow-top mattress.
Needless to say, Seamus spent the majority of the evening in his cage while Ross and I scrubbed and vacuumed and disinfected our mattress. Then we got to sleep on the couch all night, which was obviously an enjoyable situation.
I am trying to stay positive since the mattress wasn't ruined and I get to buy a pretty new comforter...but I am so angry with him. I don't get why they do the things they do sometimes. We think he is nervous with all of the boxes around for the move, but he is a fully trained dog who never does stuff like this. I can't even remember the last time he peed in the house at all. Ugh, being a dog owner can definitely be frustrating!!
Free doggy...any takers?