The Tobinator strikes again. Even though I've written about this dilemma before I feel the need to share my pain with someone, anyone once again. Here are the facts in case you missed my extended explanation in my earlier post. 1. Daniel and I's bedroom is very, very messy including closets worth of clothing strewn on the floor. 2. Toby has a horrible habit of peeing on anything left on said floor. 3. I often wear clothing off the floor because a. it is not always dirty after just one wear and b. sometimes items will make it to the floor without actually being worn first. The result: On more than one occasion I have worn pee-riddled clothing.
This morning I was getting ready for work and thought I smelled dog urine. I couldn't locate the source but it was so overwhelming that I even inspected one of the heat vents Toby likes to lay next to in case he had peed directly onto the vent thereby transmitting the scent of urine throughout the entire house. The vent was clean. I finished getting ready and was distracted enough by other things to forget about the smell.
Once at work I had to reach under my desk for something and caught the scent again. I began inspecting the sleeves of my clothing to no avail but the scent trail remained right under my nose...literally. Upon further investigation I discovered the source...my bra. That little twirp Toby had marked my unmentionables. He had gone too far this time. Getting between a lady and her undergarments is an act of war.
But how to fight back? Obviously if I knew how to prevent his terrible behavior I would have remedied it a long time ago. It looks like he may have won this round. I can just picture him gloating all day long thinking of me sitting for 6 uncomfortable hours unable to simply remove my jacket or change my shirt. No, I had no back up brassiere (because that would be weird) and there I had to sit for the remainder of the day gagging in disgust and embarrassment each time I inhaled a little too deeply and caught a whiff of his defeat. Touche Toby, touche.
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I have a wretched dog named Toby, also.
ReplyDeleteHe peed on my Filson tote one time.
I think it's a Toby thing.
Cheers to having dogs named Toby that defecate & urinate on our belongings!