Deuce wouldn't let me put his leash on today. SO, the genius that I am, I thought, Okay we'll try something new. And I let him run down to the main entrance to my building--you know, the carpet everyone shares and pays for?
Yeah, covered. In pee. Not just hardwood floor, but rugs and spanking-new, two-month-old carpet. I had to oxy-clean. I was half an hour late for work.
I cried in front of my neighbor. She came downstairs to my paper-towel-covered floor and gave me a "What is going on here?" look--and I couldn't hold it in. My frustration and helplessness took over. I wanted to throw Deuce off the balcony.
... But I didn't. He survived the day untied, didn't chew anything he wasn't supposed to, and only left a little wet love upon coming home from work. Tell me I'm not going to have to get used to this.
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