I had an accident the other day. It wasn’t deliberate – I didn’t mean for it to happen, but it did. I guess I forgot the bell and, well, it happened. So that’s enough about that.
Today though, I learned that my little accident will likely come back to haunt me for a while.
I was watching TV this morning – something about a place called Boss-tun – when I saw a big, dark puppy on the screen. Now, those big doggies make me nervous because of the Golden Reverter thing so I was just in the process of trying to decide whether to get scared or excited, when Uncy Em said:
“Watch it Rusty! Pee on the floor again and that doggy’s gonna come and arrest yer ass!”
I slumped back into my seat and decided to be scared for a while before very judiciously asking to go outside for my morning constitutional.
When I came back in I sat with my new vari-coloured friend. He doesn’t have a name yet. What do you think i should call him?