Okay, this incontinence problem of The Dog's has reached crisis proportions. We can't even look at her sideways now without a stream of urine springing forth. Our house has been doused with Nature's Miracle from ceiling to floor. I have run out of paper towels and any other absorbent materials, short of sacrificing our toilet paper. An inordinate amount of my day is being spent absorbing pee puddles and their attendant pee trails that inevitably follow. The remaining amount of my free time is spent laundering pee soaked cloths and towels.
Through Internet searching (what else?), I understand this is what is called submissive peeing and that yelling or otherwise becoming upset with the dog only makes the situation worse, which is what has evidently happened, but I would have to have the patience of Mother Teresa to endure this onslaught of urine that I am now encountering multiple times a day (to be precise, anytime I look, glance, or pass by The Dog) without having the uncontrollable desire to perform puppy's last rites.
It now seems that whatever free time I have this next week after cleaning up, no doubt, more puppy eliminations, will be spent at the vet's to see if perhaps we can put her on doggy Detrol. "Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go right now..."
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