Nocturnal Emissions

Monday at 4 AM, My wife woke me up to tell me the dog was peeing the bed.
He's terrified of T-storms, so he didn't go out that one last time before racking out. I grabbed him to carry him downstairs (he's a lil' fella, about 17 lbs) and cupped my hand in front of his full stream. He peed all the way down the stairs to the front door where I finally let him out. We had to leave all the mess until 5:45 so as not to wake up the baby.
So at 5:45, I stripped the bed, cleaned the carpet upstairs, mopped the floor downstairs, and bathed the dog before leaving the house.
Needless to say, I missed the train.