This Saturday post has a story to go along with it. On Wednesday night (or Thursday morning) I woke up at 5am. Soaking. Wet. My first thought is My God I peed myself. Upon further investigation the saturated spot seemed to be down by my knees on the opposite side of Wyatt. Pup's usual sleeping spot. I investigated some more and found that my bed was soaking wet from the top comforter all the way to the mattress, through the comforter, two sheets and a mattress pad. The smell test concluded bacon bits. And Pup's paws were wet and he's giving me this real sheepish look. The stupid dog Wet MY BED!! Have you ever heard of a dog that pee's where he sleeps?!? I jump up, grab his collar, and drag him outside. Then go back to the bedroom to figure out what I am going to do. As my luck would have it, the Pup festivities woke Wyatt up, just enough, for him to have to go potty but not enough that he asked me or even so much as lifted his beautiful head off the pillow. So that leaves me covered in Pup pee, Wyatt covered in Wyatt pee, and the bed sopping from both crime scenes. I decide that this is just too much and put a sleeping Wyatt on a pillow while I change the sheets around him, in the dark. He opens his eyes for a millisecond when I changed his PJ's to ask "What happened, Momma?" Oh sweetie, you don't even want to know.
Conclusion: I am selling Pup on Ebay. Hell, I will pay for someone to take this dog. Mom thought this was very funny. Hilarious!! I guess this is what I get for opening my bed to a 2 year old and a puppy.
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