This is why I’ve never had “inside pets.”
I’m currently babysitting a friend’s pug, which goes by the name of “Boris.” He snorts, he wheezes, he runs around in the most confused manner possible, and is generally a bit of a nuisance, but he’s adorable and loving, so who can hold that against him?
Well, as anyone who’s ever had inside pets can tell you, eventually your furniture gets peed on. And, as luck would have it, Boris peed on my wood bathroom vanity. This is ‘lucky’ only in the sense that I now have something new to talk about on my vanity blog, and, I suppose, also in the sense that I learned something new.