Little Pisser

The dogs have been sleeping on the floor. The idea was: no more our bed for them. They've been so good. Notice the past tense I used. So what happened?

Nestle was sleeping on the new dog bed. Waldo was sleeping on the humongous pillow. So they spent the past few nights on their beds. Aww so good. Then one morning Nestle woke up and jumped onto our bed and instead of shooing her away (shame on me) I let her lay down. As soon as she got comfortable Waldo popped right up from his pillow, trotted over to the new dog bed, circled a couple of times, and then lay down.

I peeked over the side of our bed and there he was, so good, with his head propped up on the wall of the dog bed. So then I lay back down and that's when I heard it. The sound of him peeing. Yes that's right. He pissed on the new dog bed. PISSED ON IT! CLAIMED IT FOR HIS OWN. He's such a little pisser. Bastard!