I stopped to get gas and got back on the road...I was definitely behind schedule, but I could still make it to work about 10 minutes early (I try to get there about 15 minutes early every day, although the past week hasn't been going according to plan). Since she wasn't strapped in the right way, Addie kept going back and forth from my lap to the passenger seat, which was annoying, but nothing too bad. And then the unthinkable happened.
She peed in my car.
She has never, ever done that before. Ever. I didn't even register what was happening at first. She always spins around several times before she pees, but she also spins before she lays down. I saw her spin, but OF COURSE I assumed she was going to lay down. Nope. She just squatted there, peeing on her blanket, her toys, and my freaking seat belt. I was yelling "Addie STOP! Addie Stop It Right Now! ADDIE!!!!", and she was just staring at me while she continued to pee.
Needless to say I was not happy. Actually, I was so shocked I didn't know what to think. I called Arsen freaking out, but he was already at work so he just listened to me, told me to get some paper towels at a gas station to clean it up, and said he needed to go. So I just cried frustrated tears the rest of the way to daycare. Then Arsen sent me about 10 text messages with tips of what I should do. Helpful, yes, but I was looking for "Oh my God babe that sucks! I'm so SO sorry your morning is going so rotten!". Somehow men always think they need to give a solution, not sympathy...oh well, the solutions can be quite helpful I suppose ;) You know they mean well....
I dropped Addie off, made it to work right after 8...and then decided I would really rather not leave a urine covered blanket, toys, and seat belt to sit in my car all day long in 100 degree heat. I can't even imagine what that would smell like after 10 hours...goodness. So I picked Addie back up a couple hours later, came back home, cleaned everything up, and have been working from home the rest of the day.
Of course my mind goes to the worst place...maybe she's sick? That's just not like her. Something has to be wrong...and then my mom sends me an email about shih tzu's being prone to kidney disease. Gooooood Lord. Let the paranoia begin!
How could I stay mad at this tiny dog?