I mentioned earlier that Lucy is a poop-eater. This is troublesome for many reasons. Most recently because she is due to have hernia surgery this morning and she isn’t supposed to have anything in her stomach (by the way, this is our third attempt to take her to the vet to get this done). Each time we’ve taken her we’ve gotten up early,

gotten ready,

chased the dogs all around to get them out the door,

had one escape and had to run around some more,

forgotten the car keys and had to run back upstairs to tear up seat cushions, pockets, and cabinets

only for them to be on the table where they’re always freaking are,

finally place them in the car,

gotten her all the way to the clinic for her to finally puke everywhere when they try to put her under. If it wasn’t all the fun listed above, it was that we caught her eating poop as we were getting ready to take her.

Well last night we thought we’d solved the problem. We thought it would be smart to make the dogs sleep with us to ensure there would be no poop eating while we were sleeping. Afterall, dogs don’t like to crap in their beds, right?

Correct.

However, I discovered about 30 minutes ago that although dogs don’t like to crap in their bed, apparently pee is a totally different entity.

Peeing the bed is soooo okay.

Apparently.

I was half awake this morning and couldn’t shake the pungent smell of pee. I knew Will had put them down to go on a puppy pad last night, and that they got back into bed immediately after. I didn’t figure the smell would be that strong, though. It just seemed to get stronger and stronger, almost as if my nose hairs were burning. I decided to flip over on my side, place a big t-shirt over my face and go back to sleep.

Pee Smell Remains

Still There

Yep, Still There

Finally I start to think maybe she peed on the floor next to me. I get up, look around and BAM there it is.

Pee

On my pillow

On the shirt I was using to cover my face.

On my freaking PILLOW!!

I throw the stuff to the ground and start smelling my clothes, hair, and Will.

Pee on the Pillow?

Check.

Pee on the Shirt?

Check.

Pee on my hair?

Check.

Check.

Check.

On My Pillow Guys!!! On the shirt I covered my face with!!!!

ON MY HAIR.

I think my freaking Lucy must have some latent anger towards me.

Lucy- 3, Brittny- 0

Wait- actually,

Lucy- 3 4, Brittny- 0

That little monster won out again. By the time we woke up, inspected the rest of the bed, and everything else, we decided we’d just call the vet and make an appointment for next week. I think she’s on to us.

Will thinks there is no direct evidence linking Lucy with the crime (this may also have something to do with the fact that he and Lucy have recently became pals).

I however feel differenly. Lucy sooo had a motive. She’s guilty, and I can see it in her face.

Lucy- I’m watching you.