Hydrant.

Carpet cleaning costs $50. - $50 I am far more than elated to spend.

In fact, I am chomping at the bit to spend $50 of my husband's hard earned cash to get my carpets cleaned.
Only problem is, see, we've made a pact. (my husband and I, naturally) and this is one pact I intent to see through to it's completion.

Partially because I initiated it and partially because, well, the alternative is just not socially acceptable.


The pact states that, and I quote, "as soon as the puppy is potty trained, I get to have my carpets professionally cleaned."

And, so I wait... not-patiently, (in fact, I'm growing more insane by the day) for that blissful day when the little white fuzz of a puppy does his business in a socially acceptable place, so I can spend $50 and have a kind gentlemen enter my home and rid his (the puppy's) stank (and far more unmentionables) from my living room carpet.




Can we think on this for a moment... for the following has crossed my mind as of late:

Given the fact that we've had the "puppy" for over a month now, I find it mighty safe to assume that the dog is in fact potty trained.

Just backwards.


That's a fine mess indeed. (And yes, I meant that literally.)

Here's a story that was far funnier when it didn't so closely tink on a sore subject. Back in the days before our house was a giant fire hydrant, Cooper discussed his dire need for a puppy with me as we were on our way home from dropping the girl at school.
I told him, in no uncertain terms, that a dog was a lot of responsibility (seems I had this same conversation with an older gentleman of my acquaintance as well...hmm)
I asked him who would walk the dog. "Me!" he confidently answered.
Who would feed the dog? "Me!"
Who would play with the dog? "Me!"

Who would pick up the doggy's poop? ...pause... Then a confident "Daddy."
(I found that comment just as comical then as I find it now. The dog is a house dog and so it is far too impractical to assume that Dad, a worker man, would assume the role of picking up all the doggy's poop. Please... children.)

However, as funny as this above conversation may have been, my most favorite side line to this story came a few days later. When, Cooper informed me, that he had given more thought to the puppy poop issue and had come to the conclusion that, in fact, no one would need to pick up the puppy's poop.

Because, the puppy

... get this ...

would go poop in the potty.
Like a big boy. (His words exactly.)


Imagine the possibilities.

Want to hear something ironically fantastic?
I was just about to hit publish on this post when my handsome husband walked in the door...
with a handful of articles on potty training a puppy.
I just about died from laughter. He is so cute! (and perceptive)