At 3am, Yes, THREE am, I woke to a strange sound. At first, I thought it was one of the pets drinking VERY loudly. As I became more aware of my surroundings I realized it was not drinking..... it was PEEING!!!
A while back, one of the dogs peed on LD's toy box. I suspected Dad's dog Camper because, well, several reasons:
1. The sheer volume of liquid was FAR too much for little Jinxy, and unless he'd gone more than once, it was quite a bit for Tank.
2. Camper is not neutered so he has a tendency to "mark" things more often than Tank.
3. Tank has been housebroken for a long time, so long that I can't recall the last time he peed inside.
4. Camper has peed inside on something at least once that I caught.
Naturally, I assumed it was Camper. However, there was NO convincing Dad of this. So, I took all of LD's toys out of the toybox, determined that the bottom was ruined and we found an old wooden footlocker to use as a replacement.
Now, fast forward to this morning. The first thing I actually heard was the sound of dog claws clicking on the wood floor. After nearly a year, I can tell right away which dog it is just by the sound they make. This was Camper. Then the water noise. I said, "Camper! get out of that" yet the water sound didn't stop. I hopped out of bed and heard him sprint in the other direction. I turned on the light and there it was.... GIANT puddle next to the "new" toybox.
Well... isn't that peachy??? I told Dad that I now know who the pisser is... it's Camper. He questioned it of course, asking where Tank was when the alleged peeing took place. I told him, "right there asleep on the chair" which is exactly where he was. Ok, he was more like IN the chair - wedged between the backrest and the back cushion..... but anyway, there was no way Camper was getting off the hook this time. Tank has been vindicated and is no longer considered the "indoor pisser" which was a lot like being a suspected serial killer.
Let me tell you... There is NOTHING.... and I mean NOTHING.. quite like cleaning up a lake of dog pee at 3am to wake you up. Ok, well when dad got sprayed by the skunk, well that was worse.... But, aside from that, there's nothing quite like it. I'm awake now and will probably collapse around 5pm. Good thing there's left over chicken & dumplings from last night.
