Alice came running into the kitchen on Sunday afternoon, rather worked up. She frantically told me that “There is something that is bad, but it’s not a spider. There is something big and bad and it looks like a big wet spot.”
Uh oh. This calls for an investigation. We went out to the living room and discovered that Annabelle, a sweet little old dog we are watching for vacationing family, had an accident. Poor girl. I guess our mattress-shopping expedition was a bit too long.
But Alice had more to say. It was clear she had put quite a bit of thought into discerning exactly what was on the floor in front of her:
“I saw a wet spot and I thought maybe Annie peed or puked.” (there’s that word again). “Then I thought it was pee because I didn’t see anything that looked like hot dogs. I thought maybe it was pee because I didn’t see anything that looked like rice or hot dogs.”