Our 15 1/2 year old Weimaraner, Dolly, is incontinent with #1 and #2, so whenever we get up in the morning and there's no accidents, it's a banner day and a good start. However, despite walks at night and helping her along, there are still accidents about 50-60% of the time. To cope with it, I turned to humor. Here's what I thought up!
I recently came up with a humorous way to look at Dolly's incontinence and "gifts." Since she's in a diaper, the #1 isn't an issue, but the #2 happens regardless because of the "tail hole." So, some mornings I awake to a "cleaning crew" event, and washing her, too. I told Tom we need one of those industrial signs that say "____ number of days without accidents." So, we're taking it a lot lighter now.
Poor Dolly though. She is always embarrassed about it, but hey, it is what it is. She still walks, cuddles with Tyler, eats, does limited agility (although a lot slower) in the backyard, and is full of love.
I've got the cleaning down pat, though. I have bleach, washcloths, and laundry detergent handy. It's all part of getting old. I used to get upset about it, but that does no good for anyone, so now (after an exclamation of surprise or relief) I clean it up if needed.
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