This morning I poured myself a nice, huge cup with chocolate creamer and got ready to Skype with my mother, Mama Peaches, who lives in the next state over. As I went to pick up the cup, I knocked it over instead, and it spilled all over the counter, down the dishwasher, and splashed onto Mr. Holden, who I might remind you weighs five pounds. Here, I am using the term "splashed" politely, so that PETA doesn't send me even more mailers than it already does. Mr. Holden was actually covered in it.
What do you do when your dog gets covered in seconds-old, scalding hot coffee?
I know what I would want- cold water fast. I grabbed him and put him in the sink, where he proceeded to put his foot down the garbage disposal (maybe this wasn't the best idea), and showered him in freezing cold water, which he did not appreciate. I held him awhile, and then played with him to make sure he wasn't acting funny.
He's fine! Normal! Hooray!
Then I proceeded to clean up the massive bloodshed in the kitchen and pour another cup of coffee, this time adding cinnamon for my troubles. I carried it over to the couch, where Mama Peaches was waiting for me. I put it on the ground for easy access.
I took a delicious sip.
Worth it.
Except that's when Mr. Holden, who hadn't quite had enough yet, got excited about his toy and ran toward me with it. And planted two feet into that scalding cup of coffee and spilled it all over the floor.
Cleanup on Aisle 9. Actually, make that aisles 7, 8, 9, 10, and 11.
I hope your morning was a little easier on you, Dear Reader.
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