Considerate bop

[mrissa]

My parents are in Albuquerque. (Long story.) My parents have a new living room rug. (Short but boring story.) Ista and I went down to make sure their house had not burned down and so on, and she was most upset to find that her grandmonkeys were not there. She ran around in some distress. She cried. Apparently her stomach churned.

But did she puke on the new rug? She did not. She waited until we were in the car and puked on me. Neatly missing the seat of the car, even.

Such a considerate pup.

I actually mean that somewhat seriously: it was much easier to just shuck my clothes and put on different clothes than it would have been to clean the rug or the upholstery. But still: sigh. The joys of dog ownership. At least two of you are prone to reminding me, "You're the one who wanted a dog," and indeed and in fact I am. But I'd worn those jeans for less than four hours, and now they're dirty. Ah well; we have the technology to fix this problem.

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[temporus.livejournal.com]

I'm totally sympathetic. Our new pup (well, he's not so new he's been with us for 6 months now) managed a similar stunt. When we were staying with the inlaws, my wife's sister (who ADORES dogs) would ask to keep the pup in with her. Well she got him to stay up and sleep on the bed with her, and he would fall asleep on her chest. I was impressed because usually, if he'll even sit still on the bed long enough to fall asleep at home, he'll usually do it at the foot of the bed, away from us, even to the extent that if I moved him up near us after he'd fallen asleep, he'd wake up, and walk back down the bed.

So, after a few days of spending time with Auntie, well, he woke up at about 4AM, and puked on her covers.

My reaction? Well, you were the one that wanted him to spend the night in your room instead of with us in his crate. :)

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Exactly! Not your fault! Not even the dog's fault!