Devon has had quite a few accidents lately and I will not be getting the mother-of-the-year award for my reactions. I do not like to clean up urine and feces. I do not like it at all.
Devon: “the carpet is all wet”
Me: “what do you mean?”
Devon: “I peed a little.”
Me: “WHAT!? GO TO THE BATHROOM NOW!”
I go check out his bedroom. The carpet is soaked. Dammit. I go back into the bathroom to remove his soaked clothing.
Me: What is wrong with you?
Yep...being rejected by the dog rescue doesn’t seem so wrong anymore.