House training

“Did he pee?”  “Mom, did he pee?”  “He peed?”   “Oh man, really? He peed again?” These are common questions nowadays in my house.   Why?  We have a puppy.   I have days when I wish I could put on a puffer vest , hop in a DeLorean and relive the day we decided to bring this dog home.   Don’t get me wrong, I love animals.   I grew up with dogs and it was such a joy.   Of course it was.  I didn’t take care of the pets.   I played and snuggled with our dogs.  Our cat curled up in my bed at night until it ran away.  When that cat disappeared so did the allergies and asthma attacks I had been plagued with.   Turns out I was allergic to that cat.  Back then, I didn’t change kitty litter, walk the dog in frigid temperatures or clean up pungent dog urine.  My oldest son loves the dog.  My daughter tries to play with him, but cries whenever it playfully bites.   My middle child? Well, he may be Satan. (I’m kidding.  I think.)   He torments this dog.  Then again, I remember, as a child, my brother played football with our cat.   Unfortunately for the cat it was always on the opposing team.  My brother would race down the long hallway of our apartment and tackle the cat.  Amazingly, the cat never got hurt and loved him anyway.   I suppose I will grow to love our dog too.  As soon as he learns to pee outside.

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