The House Guest

Dear Diary,

You know you may not be invited back when…

I recently stayed with some friends over the weekend. They so graciously allowed me to bring my puppy. My “puppy” is just over a year old so she’s mellowed out quite a bit. She travels well so I was not overly worried about keeping an eye on her after her initial sniffing out of the place. This was probably not an excellent choice because by the time I was curious about what she was up to, she too had become curious… about the contents of the bathroom garbage can. Diary, I know you probably already know where this is headed. I leave the kitchen to find my puppy with toiletries of the female sort strewn about the living room. I reach to take them away, to scold her, and turn only to see she’d left a trail from the bathroom. Out of pure puppy mama instinct, I begin to pick up the female hygienic paraphernalia so the home owners are not burdened with my puppy as a guest. I pick up as far as the bathroom door when I realize this particular mess is a tad on the personal side and perhaps better left for the lady of the house to tend to. It goes without saying she was mortified by my pup’s indiscretion.

The moral of the story: the next time I visit with puppy and the hosts ask what they can do to puppy proof, I reply with a suggestion of garbage cans with lids or closing bathroom doors.