Monday....Really??

Dear eldest canine,

I do understand you have reached a very advanced age for your years. I also understand that your bladder and bowel control isnt what it used to be, unfortunately for us ladies, that happens....especially when you are 115.5 years old. BUT really? Could you not have just waited 10 more minutes? Certainly I can understand your urgency, but the need to go in multiple places astounds me. As well as with all the hard wood around, you also find the rug one of the most comforting place to relieve yourself? I also get that your eyesight has diminished dramatically, but one would think that you would realize that you had stepped in your own mess before you tracked it around everywhere?

It was such a unfortunate way to start my week dear, After spending my entire married life with me, you should know that I am not at my best on Monday morning and certainly the aroma of your accident would make anyone gag. Spending the first 40 minutes of my waking time would be much better spent sipping coffee I can assure you.

The only saving grace to all of this is that at least it will be nice to open the windows today....and that now my floor is spotless.

Please dont let this become a habit my dear. I love you dearly, but cannot tolerate this morning ritual very long.

Love,

Mama

PS. Can you tell your siblings that trying to awaken me with their pitiful meows will not ever work. They are in absolutely no danger of wasting away from starvation, much to their contrary belief.