I always knew that having pets was a big responsibility. I mean, you’d have to be stupid not to…but when we first got Scooter everyone kept telling me how having a dog was going to give me good mommie skills. I believed them, but now I REALLY believe them…
I was just sitting in the living room, minding my own business, watching Talking Dead when I heard this noise from the bedroom. The puppies had been playing for the last few minutes and normally, Scooter is the one making all the noise. That dog is just like me…he never shuts up…but this time I knew it was Ruthie and she sounded hurt.
I raced into the bedroom to find both dogs on the floor on the other side of the bed and a huge wet spot on the bed. Mind you, Blake is asleep in the bed…I thought Ruthie was bleeding so I immediately checked her all over but found nothing wrong. Even though we had just gone out to potty less than 30 minutes prior, my guess is Scooter either hurt her or scared her and she peed out of instinct.
If that wasn’t bad enough I had to literally roll Blake out of bed, rip off the wet comforter and sheets, put fresh sheets on the bed, get Blake back into bed and put all the dirty laundry in the wash.
Bring it on motherhood, bring it on.