As my husband, Marc, and I sat on the balcony of our Floridian hotel room last weekend, staring into the Atlantic Ocean, sipping a glass of cabernet, out of now where, he turned to me and said, “Alex peed on the rug by the fireplace.”
“Before we left?” I questioned.
“No, today,” He clarified. “I think now.”
“Yeah, I am sure of it,” he replied.
I rubbed my head; trying to fend off the headache I was sure this conversation would bring me. “What are you talking about? How do you know? We are here, and Alex is home. How can you possibly know he peed on the rug?”
“Well, I don’t know for sure,” he revealed. “I just have a feeling.”
“He is mad at us for leaving. We have been gone just long enough for him to seek revenge. Want to bet I am right?”
And since I can’t pass up a bet, I held out my pinky finger to him and we shook fingers to formalize the bet.
We returned home a few days later, and Marc and I did the hairball inspection. Carpet cleaner in hand, we attacked all the spots. Just as I thought our cleanup was complete, Marc made his way to the fireplace and bend down so that his nose was very close to rug adjacent to it.
“Yep, I am right!” He declared. “Alex peed!”
I swear they share one brain!
Can you read your pet’s mind?
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