The other day I came home and had to pee. REALLY had to pee. The OMG I hope I make it to the bathroom kind of had to pee. I rushed to the bathroom and pulled my pants down and too late realized that there was dog pee all over the bathroom floor. We have a great dane, it's not small puddle. my pants cuffs are now soaked and I am more than a little upset. There had been 4 people home with the dog. 1 is too small to walk her, but that leaves the 3 males in the house. I head out to the living room and start having a melt down (did I mention that this was right before my period) Here are the reactions I got
Dan - Didn't look up from the computer - I didn't want the dog anyway.
Teddy - Didn't look up from the television - You could have called me and told me to walk her.
Tommy - Stood up and walked in my direction - I'm sorry, do you want me to walk her or clean up the pee first.
Guess which two got the rest of my wrath. Like I said, survival instincts.
Tommy does do a lot of stupid things, I won't deny that. Still, there's hope that one day when he's grown up and married his wife won't beat him to death over them.