Pericles is on my LIST
By MissMeliss. Filed in Life with Dogs, Perry |
It’s a good thing they don’t make cheap term life insurance for dogs, because if they did, my chihuahua would be cashing his in today. Why? Because it hasn’t even been 24 hours since the carpets were cleaned, and he’s already made a mess in the bedroom.
Worse, he was smug about it, in that way only small boy-dogs can be.
Here’s the story, as I just emailed to a friend:
At 6:43 Perry jumped on my chest and asked to go out. I had to do some bathroom stuff of my own, so Fuzzy took him. They came back in, and Fuzzy went to get me a bottle of water. Meanwhile, Perry started dancing in circles in the bathroom. “Fuzzy!” I yelled. “He’s pooping. Didn’t he go out?”
“He PEED!” I was told.
So Fuzzy told Perry “NO!”, and the dog stopped and seemed to be done, and then while Fuzzy was cleaning it up, Perry disappeared. “He’s not done,” I said. “You need to throw him back outside.”
Mind you, I’m still in the bathroom myself, and I’m itchy and can’t breathe.
Fuzzy said, “You saw him just now; he’s done.”
I said, “No, he’s not. You scared him, is all.”
So Fuzzy went back to bed, but he didn’t get in it. Instead, I heard him shouting, “NO NO NO NO NO.” Perry was, evidently, squatting in the corner of the bedroom.
The dog was picked up and tossed (gently) outside, and Fuzzy got everything cleaned up in zero time, but still, PERRY IS ON MY LIST. And I’ve used his FULL NAME – Pericles – because I’m THAT upset with him.
And actually, so is Fuzzy, because if he’d listened to me, NONE of that would have happened.
And now? Now both man and dog are blissfully asleep, and I’ve had to take half a dose of benedryl, and that means I’ll be foggy and groggy most of the day.
Men.
Whether they have two feet or four, they’re all impossib
