No way did that just happen...

Remember that lovely view from my patio?  Well, about a week ago, we stepped outside and our view was unexpectedly tainted.  Tainted with what exactly was the question.  My first suspicion was cat pee.  (yeah, it's gonna be that kind of post)  I was sitting right next to my newly planted flower pot and thought that a stray cat may have come along and marked its territory.  Gross.  The smell remained, C met the new puppy that lives upstairs, hubby almost sat in what he later discovered was urine on one of our chairs, and we noticed splatter marks along our siding.  This all, of course, led to a new suspicion.  Grosser.  This afternoon, I sat on our patio happily reading my book while stealing glances at my boy playing with his new roly-poly friend, and my suspicion was confirmed.  It caught me completely off-guard...just like a sudden rainstorm on a cloudless day dog piss pouring down through the slats in the patio above onto my lap. Grossest.  Thankfully I stopped myself before I got to the bad part of the "what the" expletive.  I shuffled C inside and told him I would be right back.  I am definitely not a confrontational person, so I knew I had to act fast before the adrenaline from my sheer anger slipped away.  I raced up the stairs and knocked a polite two times. 

"Hi, I live right below you.  Was your dog just out on your patio?"  (All that police-wife training must've kicked in for me to think to start with my interrogation with a question I already knew the answer to)

With feigned surprise, "Oh!  If she was I didn't know it.  I thought she followed me in.  I must've left the door open."

"Yeah, well I was just on our patio playing with my son and I got peed on."

"Oh my gosh?!?  I am so sorry.  Oh my god, I'm so sorry.  We've been trying to walk her.  I am sorry."

Wow, she seems really shocked considering the fact that judging by the smell outside this isn't one of her dog's newest habits.

"Well, I just wanted to let you know that it happened."

"Oh, I am so sorry.  I didn't know."

"Ok.  That's why I came up, so you would know that it happened and so it doesn't happen again.  My son and I play out there and I am just really glad he wasn't the one who got peed on."

Apologies are offered one final time as I turn to go and as her door closes I hear, "Ugh Xena!  You are getting on my last nerve!  Stupid dog!"

Did I mention that I have to buy a new book?  Man, I love apartment living.

The calm before the storm ;)