Naughty Louie Day

Last Friday was the last straw. S gated the dogs in the kitchen, but at 8.30am I watched on the webcam Louie whining, and very soon after, gleefully breaking out of the playpen-fence and running to the living room. I did not see him in the kitchen for the rest of the morning. It was ominous.

I came home at 1pm to my worst day ever. There was poop marks on the floor in the wardrobe, with no poop to be found - i.e. Kiya cleaned up after Louie, knowing that what he has done was very, very bad. No pee on the floor, but I know my dog too well. And there, two very yellow pee marks on my precious bed, my haven, my only dog-less spot in the apartment.

To say I was angry was an understatement. But I was surprised at how quickly the anger faded, as I know, and reminded myself, that Louie is after all, a dog.

Two new mattress pads, lots of vinegar and detergent, kitchen towels, vacuuming and bleach-mopping later, all is well again. The entire weekend was poop/pee-free, and so was it yesterday and so far today! Hooray.



Ending with a positive note. Here is Kiya, doe-eyed and sweet.