Mi casa es su toilet

The honeymoon phase of Bexar's recovery has waned a bit. He's still on steriods which seem to be helping him, however an unfortunate side effect of the steriods is an increased urine output. And when I say "increased", I mean that the dog pees like a clydesdale about every 2-3 hours. We've managed this with Chaney and other friends/neighbors coming over to let him out during the day. This had been successful in the past. Until yesterday.


I am not sure what happened yesterday, but I was met at the door with a house soaked in dog pee (DP). To point, there was so much that it had SOAKED THROUGH THE HARDWOOD FLOORS AND INTO THE BASEMENT. I guess it's a little less dramatic that it found a crack in the hardwood and that's how it got through, but disgusting regardless. We were greeted later that evening with a similar scenario when we got home from the Daniel Tosh show. Nothing ruins an evening of hilarious comedy like returning to a DP-soaked house.


In an effort to avoid multiple repeat performances overnight, Rick returned to the couch to watch over b-dog and let him out every few hours. Bexar rewarded Rick's diligence and attention with a steaming #2 in the living room this morning. Our patience is getting tested for sure. He's lucky he's so cute...

"Sure I'm housebroken!"*wink