My roommate introduced me to the newest member of the household this morning. She's a 6 week old puppy. She's adorable. I'm a total sucker for animals and youth, and the combination of the two is unbearable. All of my roommates are working today, but I'm moving out on Thursday, so I'm home for most of the day. My roommate told me that I could let the puppy out of the crate to go outside and do her business. Well, I got back home a few minutes ago from running some errands and she was howling and covered in poo. The crate was an absolute disaster. I cleaned it. She also peed on the living room floor. I cleaned that. She's a total cutie pie, and I'd love to keep her out of her home all day to play with me, but I'm afraid that it would get her training off to a bad start. She only stops howling when she's sleeping, so I feel like a real jerk.
I can't believe I cleaned up that much poo. Ick. I'm no good with these things. I swore this is why I could never birth my own child or have a pet other than a cat. I need things that are already potty trained. Although, I did manage to clean this little mess, so perhaps there's hope for me yet.