Here we go. Again. On my own.

I came home for lunch and to let the dog out and discovered that either the dog lost bladder control and urinated twice her body weight under the carpet or the wall was leaking again.  I was really hoping it was the dog.

flooded wall

So I did what any man would do. I called my wife. Then I started to pull up the carpet and rip out the soaked padding. It was all very familiar.  Melissa remembered that it was the same week that it happened before.

February 11, 2004

So far we haven’t had to take out the drywall.