About three weeks ago, just when I thought I was getting the hang of housetraining Brenda, she had a horrible, horrible accident. I knew she had to go to the bathroom badly because she was whining, and I was moving as fast as I could, putting on my shoes and jacket. But it wasn’t fast enough.
I came rushing into the bedroom where she was tethered, and glanced quickly at her bed. No accident. I thought I was in the clear and hastily knelt down to unclip the leash. As my knees bent, my right forearm rested on the bed for support and squarely into a huge, messy blob of diarrhea. I almost puked.
I promptly shortened her tether so she couldn’t jump on the bed anymore and did the laundry as soon as we got back from her walk.
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