With The Rain Comes The Memories

So yesterday the dog piddled on her and Wonton's bed. That's not great, but since it was just a huge futon mattress, folded in half and covered with a sheet and we were thinking about getting them each their own, it's not as bad as it seems.

But I'm kind of upset that she couldn't hold it for just four hours. It makes me wonder why she couldn't.

Of course, in my mind, things happened a little bit differently.

Won Ton: Look, just leave me alone you little bitch. For the last time, I don't want to play with you. Just eat that treat thing they gave you (and didn't give me, I notice) and leave me the hell alone.

Mai Tai: Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on. Let's play, let's play, let's play, let's play. Oooh, treat!

((While Mai Tai chews on her treat, Won Ton sneaks upstairs into the darkened bedroom.))

Won Ton (quietly): This will show her. They'll blame her for this, and maybe throw her out or something. Yeah, they'll get rid of her, and I'll be top dog again....

((end scene as his leg begins to lift over the dog bed.))

That's how I think it really happened.