Pee. It rules your days and nights when you have young children but then oh happy 2-ply pee pee dance there comes a time when the planets are aligned and everyone under your roof is using the toilet without your supervision and you are no longer shelling out a small fortune on diapers and filling up the land fills (no I did not cloth diaper….you can yell at me for that if you like) and you contemplate throwing a party the day you retire your Diaper Genie.
Then BAM your first baby, that sweet flop-eared puppy you brought home from the animal shelter just a few months after you got married, is suddenly eligible for doggy AARP and is peeing in your house almost every other day and you find yourself shrieking “Don’t step in that PEE!”
Thankfully warmer weather has finally arrived in Nashville (it’s ’bout damn time Mother Nature) and we can shut both Bailey and our other dog Jack in the back yard for the day.
Add to the pee mix the fact that Miss A could soundly sleep through a freight train barreling through her room which leads to her occasionally wetting the bed and well…it’s fairly peetastic around here all the time. Honestly I can’t remember the last time a week went by when I wasn’t cleaning up pee. It’s probably a good thing we have girls since I’ve heard little boys have their fair share of near misses around the toilet.
Last night I stepped in the same doggy puddle of pee on the kitchen floor twice. I thought I’d cleaned it all up but I had on my glasses and because I’m blind as a bat I missed all of the puddle the first time. I’m hoping that Bailey’s incontinence can be blamed on the steroids we’re giving her for her back because I’m so not ready to buy diapers FOR MY DOG.