We all get a lie-in. I wake at 7.45am and Brody is still in his bed! What a good boy! Our day is almost an exact repeat of last Sunday. Steve takes Megan swimming, and later we urge Megan to do her project homework (you know the sort of thing - "It doesn't have to be in for another 2 weeks", "Yes, but that doesn't mean you do it the night before. It has to look like it's taken you 2 weeks to do it, not 2 hours".)
The kitchen door has been open all morning in case of emergencies - we are now used to being open to the elements. Today it is wind and rain. I realise Brody hasn't had a wee for about one and a half hours, so I try to coax him outside. "Come on Brody, time for a wee." Where is he? I turn around and see him in the living room COCKING HIS LEG having a wee. "OH NO BRODY", I rush to him (avoiding the huge puddle of one and a half hours worth of stored up wee) and put him outside. I close the door while I mop up the mess. Such a shame, he has been so good this last week. Of course, when Steve gets back, he just sighs and says "What did you do to him? He's been fine with me." Yes I know those words come out so easily, apportioning blame on anyone apart from Brody who is the actual perpetrator here. Time to put the new Dog Spray into action. 'Stain and Odour Remover - organically removes urine, faeces and vomit, and neutralises odours'. Handy to have around the morning after one of Steve's nights out with the running club then. I seek out all the stains on our lovely used-to-be-cream carpet and give them a good old spray. Don't you hate those pump action spray nozzles? RSI here we come. When my hand feels like it's just about to drop off, I leave the patches. I'm not sure about neutralizing odours - the perfume of this spray is enough to knock out Mohammed Ali. I spend the rest of the day tasting flowers. Brody's not sure about it. Just sneezes a few times, and looks like he's going to wee on those exact spots.
Steve and Megan take him out for a 'carry' walk around the block. Brody's getting bigger and heavier, so a walk around the block for Megan holding Brody isn't always a pleasant experience. She gets back with her arms almost stuck in the same position of cradling Brody (but him not there), and her back aching. Brody enjoys his outings though.
We get to watch Homeland without any interruptions. He has slept so soundly though that at actual bedtime he is wide awake and runs around the bedroom grabbing whatever he knows he shouldn't and stashing it in his bed for a good old chew. We don't have carpet in our bedroom, just bare floorboards, so when he chooses to grab a belt with a great big buckle, and drags it across the floor to his bed, the noise that echoes around the room, the house, nay, the STREET, is unbearable. He eventually settles down.
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