OK, this is totally gross and I can see why you would second guess even following my blog. I need to rant! I promise I will blog for the 5 or so days it takes for it to not show up on my homepage. Well maybe...
My dog peed on our subwoofer when we dropped Anna off at school. He is out for two hours before this so he has no excuse. It, of course, had to be on that new shelf we just bought. It's now warped on the bottom shelf since we found it hours after the deed was done. I picked up the subwoofer and loveliness poured onto my new socks. He aimed right for the bullseye. Frack! Not to mention the other deposit that Zoe stepped in. Thank the Lord she was wearing socks. Both sets of socks are offically retired!
You love your dog, but then he has to totally mess up on you that 5% of the time. Am I the only one who has this problem? I love him, but I want to scream and yell at him too when he does things like this. No I wouldn't do that, but it took strength not to scream a stream of nonsensical words of anger at him. I saved it for the carpet. A bit of crying at the mess helped.
ON the other hand, Santa baby, we need a new subwoofer. Could it get any funnier than that?