My little dog Simon, is still asleep. Much as I love him, sometimes it is better to let sleeping dogs lie. Yesterday, for example, I may have let him sleep a little too long. I even lay down beside him near the end and fell asleep myself. When we both woke up, I saw that his wrap was soaked, as was the pad under him. Thus, I went to work.
Unfold the new wrap; rip off the old wrap by holding him up and snatching the soggy wrap out from under. Done. Next, I use a large packaged wash cloth to clean his under carriage. Once that is done, I take the new wrap and fit it around him, trying to make certain that all the relevant areas, well, the relevant area, is fully covered. With the wrap around him, I lower him to the bed or chair and try to close the wrap. That is the most difficult part since Simon tends to be a bit stout, and the wrap a bit short. (He is between medium and large.) If I succeed he and I are good to go, either from bed to chair in the living room or chair to bed in the bedroom. Yesterday “things” went awry.
The process had proceeded accordingly for a bit. I was holding him up, securing the clean wrap, when I heard something hit the faux hard-wood floor. I looked down; poop on the faux floor. I looked at his bottom upon which he was still being held, like a small black Buddha. More poop coming. I moved him a little to keep the wrap clean and caught the offending substance in my hand! In my hand! Then I noticed that the first batch, on its way to the floor, had hit my pants, leaving its mark, so to speak. “Shit!” I said softly. So, poop on the floor, poop on my pants, poop in my hand, poop on the underpad, and more poop coming. All the while, he was patiently waiting for me to finish the wrapping, as I was waiting for him to finish with the obnoxious emissions, or is it noxious emissions? Fortunately, the master bath is next to the bed, and without going into too many more details, I dumped the hand held poop into the toilet after securing him safely on the bed. The details about the cleanup are a little fuzzy at this distance, one day, given the substance involved, but I did achieve some degree of cleanliness, got the new wrap secured, the pad cleaned, the floor cleaned, the pants cleaned, etc. And now it is tomorrow, or rather today, whatever, and we start over shortly. Sigh!
My little brother, Simon, with wrap, on soaked pad, on bed. Sigh!
Simon, a slightly different angle. Oh, under the pad, a necessary old shower curtain.