I am a pee catcher. Sounds gross, right? Definitely is unsanitary at the very least since it isn't even my own pee. It's Emmett's, my toy Aussie. And he hates it as much as I do. You see.... yesterday, when my friend came to let him out while I was at work he peed a little on the couch, just enough to be considered a tinkle.. He did this again when she came back to let him out a second time. I simply thought he was distracted since it was someone other than Dillon or me letting him out.
I hope I was wrong.
He's been rather feverish and I just chalked it up to his growing spurts and burning off his food. Yet last night when I touched him he was soaked with sweat, so I laid him down on my bed to sleep for the night. As he laid there he began to pee.. as he noticed he jumped off the bed, ran across the room, and straight into his kennel, where he continued to pee uncontrollably. Once he realized what had happened, he stood there in his own mess staring at me with a pleading look on his face. Granted I was a tad upset seeing as that he peed on my freshly cleaned sheets and my freshly deep-cleaned carpets, but I was more upset by the look on his face that made me think he was thinking I was going to beat his butt. That was a very sad moment.
So, I took him to the vet this morning. And I am now a catcher of pee. It's terrible to think that I kind of want him to have an infection just so I know he didnt pee all across my room for absolutely nothing. Only his pee will tell...
And I have to try to catch some.
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