Kismet

Psssttt… Kismet here. Over here. Mommy went to the store, so I just have a few minutes to rite this. Can you keep a secret?  SSShhhhhh…….

Turns out, Chance isn’t the “Little Angel” that Mommy and Diddy thought he was! Of course, I have known that all along, but they just found out!

Chance, “Little Mister Wonderful,” “My Poopy Doesn’t Stink,”  Pees on the floor! Yep! That’s right! He has been doing it all along, but except for a few times (Mommy called them “accidents,”) they didn’t know.

Mommy first caught on when she noticed stains on the bottoms of her nice floor-length curtains in the bedroom. Upon close inspection (she smelled them), she realized it was pee. Then she noticed it on all the bedskirts and in the dining room. Oh, in the laundry room, too. Some of it was all dried up. She knew immediately who it was, because…

A) I would never do that, and haven’t in my 14 years, and

B) Roxie squats, and whines when she wants out.

So now Mommy has pee-pee pads on the floor. And she follows the little pisser all over the house to try to catch him in the act. She knows you can only correct a dog the moment you catch him, or it will just confuse them. She watches him go outside and makes sure he pees. Hahahahahahahahaha!

Chance-holding his bladder

But you want to know the kicker? When Mommy and Diddy have taken Chance sailing-twice for a week each time- he never once, not once, peed on the boat, even when they bought a plant and tried to encourage it! He held it until they took him ashore in the Dinghy. I call that not only a bad dog, but a stoopid dog!

Oh, and also,

Uh, oh, I just heard the car din the driveway. I have to go pretend to be asleep. Arf!