When last we saw Zoe, she was sulking in her crate because I’d given her a flea bath. She finally supposedly forgave me and came in for a cuddle as I was about to put her out in her secure little outside area while I went to town for an appointment. “If I leave you in the house, will you go outside to pee and poo?” I asked her, and she gave me her best innocent-eyed nod of the head, but when I went into the hall, I saw that she’d already peed in the corner. As I mopped up the puddle with toilet paper and reached for the Clorox, she grabbed the wad of urine-soaked tissue and RAN! Fast. I chased her though the living room, dining room and kitchen and finally had to wedge her mouth open with my fingers to get possession of the tissue, but a small wad remained in her mouth. I forced her mouth open and got it only to have her seize the big wad again and make off again for the bedroom with it. I finally caught up with her halfway to her destination and luckily the phone/camera was nearby. Naughty Girl!!! I finally regained control of the whole stinky mess. I guess I’m not forgiven. I think she’ll go to her outside kennel now.