222 Oh, The Indignity

Recently, I have been having some trouble with my bowels - resulting in me pooping at nIght on the kitchen rug.

My beans have been quite good about it.  They haven’t been angry or upset but, after this has gone on intermittently for a couple of months, they bought some doggy pads.

I thought these were like babies’ nappies and I would have to wear one at night.  I don’t think I could have borne the shame, embarrassment and sheer indignity but luckily it turned out that the pads are simply laid on top of the rug to absorb my deposits and make it easier to clear up in the morning. 

This new regime has been working well.  So far, I seem to do nightly poops for three nights, then I have three nights clear.  (I have no reason why this is so.

Of course, I would like to be clear every night but I don’t seem to have sufficient control. It might  be my age or perhaps I’m going through the dogsopause (is there a doggy equivalent of the menopause?). 

As they say of teenage beans, it might just be a phase I’m going through,  (I think there’s a song in there somewhere).

I might keep you informed.  It depends on what else I have to tell you - this is not my favourite subject (nor yours, I imagine).