August 9th 2011 9:32 am
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Last night Mom went to bed with Pennie and I in our usual Dad-is-gone positions. That means Pennie sleeps in Dad's spot, and I sleep in my usual spot, resting my head upon Mom's head. That is when Mom felt the: Wet.
Mom knew that Rental Dog Camille was loose, running amok while Mom gave Wee Lass a bath. Rental Dog Camille is "supposed" to be contained to the family room/downstairs area, but of course no one but Mom manages to be conscientious about keeping the gate shut.
Rental Dog used her unsupervised time to explore the whole house AND to pee on Mom's bed.
Mom retreated to sleep downstairs on the couch. Today Mom is washing sheets. Mom is quite certain that it was Rental Dog Camille as Pennie and I have denied any knowledge of the incident, and have provided comprehensive alibis of all of our body effluence for Monday.
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Is bad peein ina house. Hasta go ou'side to do "pubby biz". It taked me a while to learn dat, but I's really good now. On'y does pubby biz ona grass--alla grass, any grass, alla times. BOL