I’ve really been missing my family dogs, Roo and Daisy, recently. I’ve been missing them so much that I’ve actually thought about getting a puppy down here at school to fill the void that they have left. This past weekend, I realized that this would be a horrible idea.
My roommate was tasked with taking care of his girlfriend’s dog, Bella, while she was out of town for the weekend. Bella is an adorable brown Dachshund/Weiner-Dog and I was really excited to spend the weekend with her. Upon first impression, she comes off as a friendly and funny little pup, but as the weekend progressed, I realized that she is simply a peeing machine with a bit of a temper.
My roommate ended up being away from the apartment doing fraternity stuff for most of the weekend so I ended up being the little devil’s primary caretaker. As I mentioned earlier, Bella has an incredibly weak bladder. She would secretly squat down and relieve herself all over our house. She’d pee in the kitchen, the bathroom, the living room, Fortunately for me, she didn’t pee in my room. That was reserved exclusively for her feces. But, that’s beside the point. To make this matter worse, we had been out of paper towels for the past couple of weeks. So, I had to find any type of cloth available to me to soak up her messes. Towards the end of the weekend, I ran out of bath towels and old shirts and I was down to pants.
At about noon on Sunday, Bella had one of her bigger spills in the main hallway. I had just done laundry and I only had two pairs of dirty pants available to wipe it up: the black dress pants that I had worn to a sorority formal the night before and my Levi’s. It was like Sophie’s choice. If I used the dress pants to soak up the mess than I would have to get them professionally dry cleaned and that would cost a good amount of money. If I used my Levi’s, than there was the possibility that my favorite pair of pants would smell of dog urine. Decision time. I grabbed the dress pants and went to town on that pee.