Not really cute at this exact moment

Dave and I are getting ready to go away for a day, and we had to get a "dog sitter." Luckily, we know her, and she's totally cool about it.

But I think I know a fraction of the embarrassment I caused my mother on occasion when I set my puppy down on said dog sitter's apartment floor tonight during a "get to know you" date, and he relieved himself right then and there on the carpet, as we stood and watched, mouths agape.

Dave squealed, grabbed the dog and held him over a trash can ...

I'm so embarrassed.