Forever in Wonderland: A Doggie Adventure

So. I have a little story for everyone today.

As you may know, Linus and I adopted the most adorable little Chihuahua named Louie two days ago. He's precious and wonderful and obsessed with me. He's awesome.

But he was trained to go potty on pee pads, which has provided us with an...interesting...challenge.

He poos outside but pees inside on our blue Ikea rug. We're attempting to figure out how to train him to go when we walk him, so if you have any suggestions please let me know!

Anyhow, about an hour ago, it was just Louie and I at the apartment. I had just gotten out of the shower and thrown on a sweatshirt (this is relevant, I promise).

Walking out to the kitchen to snack on some granola, I noticed that Louie was in pee position. So, with a squeal, I scooped him up, praying he wouldn't pee all over me. I was about to run out the door when I remembered, "Shit. I'm not wearing any pants." So, still clutching Louie, I darted back into the bedroom and grabbed the first pair of pants I could find--a pair of Linus's sweatpants. Now, my bf is a really tall dude and obviously does not wear the same size clothes as me (thank goodness). I realized that, as I sprinted back out the door (barely remembering to grab the apartment keys and a leash), down the hallway, and out the front of the apt. complex, these pants were NOT a good idea. Halfway to the grassy patch along the sidewalk I found aforementioned pants around my ankles. Panicking, I set Louie down, realized he didn't have his leash on, pulled up the pants, put his leash on, realized I didn't have shoes on, and, finally, looked around frantically to see if anyone had witnessed the revealing of my white arse.

I'm pretty sure the dude walking past with his two dogs got a pretty good glimpse. Oops.

I then proceeded to clutch the sweat pants in one hand, the leash in the other, and walk barefoot around the neighborhood to see if Louie would finish peeing. He didn't.

Sigh. It's a good thing he's so damn cute.