Urine Stained Floor

I tell people that Brenda is paper trained, and for all intents and purposes she is. At least she goes to the bathroom in the general vicinity of the wee-pad. She can’t always help it if she misses. She does, after all, have a very stretched out nether-region that sometimes dangles underneath the wee-wee pad as the ends curl up ever so slightly. So, even if all of Brenda’s paws are on the pad, she can actually manage to pee underneath it. It’s quite remarkable—and I have a stained, warped wooden floor to prove it. When I move out I’m going to tell my landlord that a large flower vase turned over when I was out of town and the water spent days seeping into the floor. Maybe he’ll believe me? I only care because my next move is just three floors down in the exact same building and I don’t want to suddenly be under a microscope.