coop had his first accident in the house since we got him in september. he was so embarassed he was stuck to me like glue all morning until i found the not one, not two, but three piles of poop in the living room. obviously someone wasn't feeling well this morning! and i surprised myself because my first instinct wasn't anger-in fact I am still not angry. my second instinct was to light my 2 yankee candles, smells like a christmas tree in here!

I was totally empathetic and felt so sorry for my pooch who is SO GOOD about bathrooming. does this mean I will make a good mom? haha. so for now sleeping dog at my feet, coffee in my hand and about 30 minutes to kill before work. oh, and i called a friend to come over and check on the patient and let him out at lunchtime :) this isnt a picture from today but this is a similar forlorn-poor me look i get occasionally.