Life With Sharon, or, How Much Can a Dog Take?
February 22nd 2011 8:14 pm
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I finally got to scope out the new condo today. Mom took me for a long walk around the neighborhood first where I anointed lots of spots to mark my new territory. She thought that by doing this I would be less likely to pee in our new home on the first visit. She was right - it worked. Unfortunately, (I guess I must have had a nervous stomach) I vomited instead. In the only room that was carpeted. Mom had been prepared for pee by bringing along a pee pad, but she hadn't thought that something might come out the other end. (snicker) Sorry, Mom. So she had nothing to clean it up with. The real estate agent who had let us in was kind enough to run downstairs to get some napkins and newspaper because there wasn't even toilet paper in the condo yet. Poor Mom was trying to clean up the mess with itty-bitty napkins and talk to the window treatment lady and listen to the instructions from the realtor all at the same time - not an auspicious beginning.