Saturday Morning Fiasco

Mole has a Urinary Tract Infection.
He has gotten them since he was a puppy and I know the signs.
So this morning I phoned the vet who said
"Bring a sample"

Out back in my PJ's and bare feet
I say to Mole "go pee"
He runs down the stairs and I follow dutifully with my
little tupperware container.
He starts to pee and I put the container under him.
He looks at me like I'm nuts, runs away and starts to pee elsewhere.

I run after him, dodging the land mines the dogs have left
all over the yard.
Again I put the tupperware under him and again he runs
Down to the end of the driveway, pause...pee...container...run

I chase him back up the driveway...pause..pee...container...run

He runs behind the garage..pause..pee....
Quietly I sneak up and
GOT YA!!!
I got the sample.
By then my feet are freezing and I'm cracking up at how silly I must look.
I'm praying that the neighbors weren't watching.

The things we do for love.