the Magically Appearing Pee Puddle

I uncovered a little surprise today, when I pushed forward one of my living room chairs and found a puddle of pee. I pushed it forward some more, and found even more pee. Apparently, my dog has mastered peeing under things. And here I thought he was being a good boy. He was just being a creative boy.

I thought about this while I was scrubbing the floors and up to my elbows in bleach. It takes a fair amount of craftiness to pee underneath things. He's rarely a bad dog, and he generally wants to please me. Maybe he really truly can't hold it sometimes. I'm considering getting wee pads so he has backup when he just can't hold it. It might make us both a little more happy.

I watched a new VH1 show tonight called Sober House. It's obviously about a sober house, with celebrities in it. I've heard people say that Sober House and Celebrity Rehab are made-for-tv drama rather than reality shows, but I think most people would be surprised at the amount of drama that addicts can create. I had to call 911 on the job this week, and keep myself together while making sure someone kept breathing. I knew this was an aspect of my job I'd have to face sooner or later, and I did it and am pretty proud of myself.

I made zippy chicken corn chowder tonight and it was excellent! Tomorrow I'm making apple crisp, and if my recent luck stays with me it shouldn't be too bad.