He had once again wet himself without warning, this time thankfully while in the shower and his accident was flushed away down the drain immediately. He had pinched the bridge of his muzzle with a paw, tails flicking irritatedly as his frustration grew.
Can I seriously not get a break from this? How do I go from being a perfectly functional, toilet trained adult to having the potty abilities of a two-year-old!
As he allowed himself to bask in the warmth of the water showering onto him he remembered back to what the note in the box had mentioned, that if he wished he could attempt to bargain with the wooden receptacle but that it might lead to unforeseen consequences.
What is this thing anyway, some sort of anthropomorphized wooden genie? Do I make wishes only to have them backfire?
