A story
We were driving from South Beach to Fort Lauderdale and the dog was sleeping quietly in my lap. He woke up and seemed really antsy. More so than usual. And then we realized what the problem was. He needed to pee. We couldn’t pull over because we were on the freeway. I also thought he would be ok until we arrived because he had only just peed before we got in the car. Turns out I was wrong.
He peed on me.
Like a race horse. That hadn’t peed in days.
I had a towel in my lap. He soaked it. He soaked the dress I was wearing beneath the towel. He soaked my legs beneath the dress. The seat beneath my legs, though not soaked, was certainly wet.
It was not a pleasant experience and I was overjoyed when we made it to Fort Lauderdale. And a valuable lesson was learned.
