Sleepy boy is really the cutest boy. Why, even today as our friends arrived and were expressing their delight to see how well Bob is doing, I noticed a little brown thing on the floor that looked like a piece of poop. And poop it was. Our guests brought their little dog along so we all thought he was the culprit, but when we turned around, we saw a big pile of poop right by the front door that hadnt been there more than a quick minute. And it was too big to be their little doggie's. Besides, the pooper himself was standing right by it looking at us with such a sweet smile, as if to say, "Someting wrong here, mon?" We quickly got to cleaning as it stank the place right up. Good thing our thoughtful guests brought such lovely, fragrant flowers to grace our home with. Their timing could not have been better.
After our lovely brunch, i brought my friend upstairs to give her a dress, and her little doggie followed along. Then he takes a big leak right on the carpet. Oops! So i scrub that up and they apologise and all is well.
Later, our new and badly needed fridge arrives which means the old fridge has to be moved and whatever has been living under there for the past 20 years will be ours to deal with, including a heap o' mouse poop from our winter mouse guests. More scrub-a-dub-a-dubbin'!
Moral of the story is, don't forget to knock on wood when you are raving about the health improvement of someone you love who aint been well.
Hope of the story is that Bob's poop accident isn't the beginning of a new level of his demise. The doctor said old dogs will be incontinent and not even know it. That sure is what appeared to happen this morning...wish us well, dearies.
---the poop patrol
a la mary