This one is a bit of an embarrassing story for me to have to tell, but Mama thought it'd benefit some people to know that I'm not perfect all the time so... here goes.
I should start off here saying that Mama took me for a potty break at the doctor's office. There was a nice tree with some curved branches, roots coming up out of the ground a little bit, and the grass was patchy in a way many might say is undesirable. Grandma started the car and I interrupted my own potty break with the anxiety that they were leaving without us.
You have to understand, if Mama goes, I go, but if Mama does not go, I have to stay. And I love adventures. I wanted to go.
Turns out we were only going to Costco, a large warehouse store full of people and big carts, employees dressed in red vests and looking at me all suspicious-like. And I thought there was no reason for it—I was certified after all. I was a big girl. I couldn't make any mistakes. I would do perfectly.
But see... I didn't.
Mama was walking down the meat aisle and suddenly I felt something, and I remembered earlier and how I didn't go potty. Uh oh. I thought. I really have to go. But Mama kept walking and because I was a polite puppy, I tried to hold it and tried to not tell her until she was done with what she was doing.
Unfortunately, apparently I'm not as good at that as I thought... so I maybe had an accident in the store...
Which resulted in Mama—who was scandalized of course—pulling me close to my mess so she could dig poop bags and a wipe out of my bag to pick up my mess. "Goodness, Stella," she said. "I already took you for a walk."
I lowered my head in shame. I know, Mama. But I thought they were going to leave without us so I couldn't go potty!
Mama glanced at the people around us, the man in front of her staring and laughing in astonishment, as if to say "Not my dog, not my problem!"
And that is the story of my most mortifying shopping incident to date. I will tell you, though, I have not had an accident in a store since! *proud woofs*