Working from home has damaged my ability to get places on time. And having a puppy has really just destroyed whatever remained of my “get there when I said I would” skillz.
Case in point?
This gorgeous boy who loves nothing in this world more than he loves plastic cups? Well, he’s doing better with potty training. He will do his business outside, but you have to remind him. And if you and Walter don’t have synchronized “thinking about potty” and “needing to potty” schedules? Well, good luck.
I was getting ready for a lunch meeting with a new client. Yeah, it was approaching lunchtime and I had just gotten dressed. I work from home. Don’t judge me!
I had just gotten dressed, but I was barefoot. Suddenly, I slipped. My heel hit a puddle and in slow motion, I oh-so-gracefully did the splits. And then I sort of fell sideways. Into a larger puddle.
See, the thing about Walter the Wonderdoodle is that his paws are roughly the size of dinner plates. Sure, he’s only 3 and a half months old, but he’s clearly going to be the size of a conversion van. So, he’s got these giant feet, and they’re furry. Another data point of note: Walter is incapable of peeing and then not walking through it.
The puddle that caused my initial slide wasn’t really a puddle. It was merely a paw print.
I slid through the pee-pee paw print, probably ripped some muscle in my back that will never be the same, and then fell over sideways into a large puddle of pee. An ocean of urine, if you will.
Because when you have a big puppy, they create big puddles of pee. I don’t know why we haven’t bought stock in Bounty and Nature’s Miracle spray.
Anyway, to recap: slip, slide, puddle, covered in urine, on my way to meet a new client.
I decided to be all ladylike and clean up and change my clothes, even if it meant being a few minutes late.
At least I was able to tell the client and he laughed appropriately. Because let’s be honest: if you can’t laugh about dog pee, we probably aren’t a good fit.