Dog day

It all begins when you wake up to a moat of pee around the bed. RuPEE is on a course of antibiotics and three days (just three, thank goD) of preds for his itchy rash. I've had dogs on preds before and I know they pee rivers when they're on it.

So I was careful with Roop, taking him out every so often. What I didn't account for was the 10-hour stretch shut in the bedroom overnight. He very carefully avoided peeing on the dog bed and the floor cushion and the bed. He just went on the floor on all three sides of the bed so I woke up surrounded by pee. I didn't have my glasses on so not only did I step in pee, I couldn't see a path out of the yellow lakes and rivers to get out of the room to get the mop.

That Dog. But it wasn't really his fault. He just desperately needed to go, only there was nowhere to go in the bedroom and I was too fast asleep to know.

The bad dog story of the day goes to Pancho, M's toy daschund who decided to eat one of a pair of expensive pair of leather dress shoes that he bought in Japan and that he only wears for special occasions. The ratty old pair of slippers next to it were unsampled. So Pancho has good taste.

That's not all. After M discovered the damage to his shoes, he realised that his pair of socks, which he had stuffed into the shoes, were missing. He searched all through the house, trying to keep calm and suppress the panic that the damn dog may have eaten the socks. And Pancho's a tiny dog. And M has big feet. You get the idea. Bloat. Obstruction. Emergency vet. Paying for vet's kids' college education.

Luckily, the socks were found. Laid out on the lower shelf of his printer stand -- where Pancho likes to nap. Pancho probably felt that the metal shelf needed more comfortable bedding.

M, awash with relief, didn't know whether to scold Pancho for eating the shoe or thank him for not having socks for dessert.