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Dog Log, part 2
Cannolo, one of Mrs. Smith’s dogs I’m watching this weekend, has been demoted from the “adorable” status I gave him in my last “Dog Log” for making me look like this today:
Mrs. Smith warned me to keep the gate in front of the steps closed so he wouldn’t come upstairs unsupervised because he “likes to pee up there.” So I only left the gate open while I slept upstairs.
“It should be fine if he sleeps on the bed next to you,” Mrs. Smith told me. “But if you hear him stirring, you need to get up and let him out.”
Sure enough, Cannolo came upstairs and was sniffing around when I jumped up to let him out. We went downstairs, and on the way to fetch his leash, I stepped in a puddle of his urine.
It was 3:00 a.m., and it’s probably worth mentioning here that we were right on schedule with the dogs’ walks, and both had done all their necessaries on each walk.
This scenario repeated itself at 5:00, minus the pee puddle. I took Cannolo outside to prevent another one, but all he would do was sniff the grass.
This scenario repeated itself at 7:50. There was another pee puddle, in the same spot, and I stepped in it. Wearing socks this time.
Shame on me for that one, I guess.
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