I had a lovely German Shepherd puppy and I was in the process of housebreaking her. She was doing very, very well. I came downstairs one morning in my white bathrobe and she was very excited to see me. I was about to let her outside into the fenced backyard when I noticed she had already left me her little "present" near the door. (She tried . . . it was my fault.) Horrified, I quickly grabbed the paper towels and other cleaners to attend to the mess. (A side note, I am an elderly lady who is very crickety in the mornings.)
I was so focused on cleaning up the mess that I didn't think to put my adorable puppy into her crate (or let her outside, for goodness sake) BEFORE I started cleaning up the mess. When I started cleaning, she was "welcoming" me, jumping all around me, so excited to see me (she loved me so much). Soon she was slipping and sliding into the mess as I was trying to clean it, she put her paws on me (and my white bathrobe), and as I stood up to say "no, no," she slipped into the mess on her back. The more I tried to control the situation, the "messier" we all got. Frankly, it was all over the place, me, her, the kitchen floor, and the patio door. As I was yelling, she was getting more and more upset and filthy (as was I). This was not a scene her trainer would have approved of.
By this time I was in hysterics, grabbed my cell phone and called two of my daughters . . . "you have to come here and help me, there's P O O P everywhere!!"
Then I just sat on the floor with my puppy's head in my lap, sobbing and crying my eyes out. It's awful to be old. She couldn't understand why I was so upset, she just looked at me with those beautiful soulful eyes. "Humans are so hard to understand" was written all over her face.
When my girls came, they wrapped my puppy in a large towel first, and then brought her upstairs to the bathtub, hysterically laughing all the way. I followed behind, stripping myself of my robe, still inconsolable and hurting all over! While I showered in the other bathroom, they bathed my puppy. I went in to console her because it was her first bath, and she didn't like it!! I dried her off while the girls went downstairs to attend to the gross mess in the kitchen. I brought my puppy downstairs ON HER LEASH and let her outside (it was warm out). Then I pitched in (as much as my creaky and now painful body would allow) and helped my girls clean up the mess. They were still giggling . . . while I was still not appreciating the humor at all!!
From start to finish this took all of almost two hours!! I told my girls I did not want to hear what they told their co-workers when they got back to work. Actually, I have never discussed the subject since (although I'm quite sure they have . . . LOL).
I cried all day long. All day.
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