Before I delve into this post I want to thank everyone for their comments, thoughts, and personal memories on my previous post Traveling Backwards. My trip to South Dakota was breathtaking. I need some time to process it but I am looking forward to sharing my travels with you.
You know that saying about the frequency of something happening in association with a blue moon? I sure hope it is true. According to my highly accurate and completely reliable sources, read Facebook and the Blogosphere, there was a blue moon last night. It was during the night that things happened in our house that really never need to happen again. Even once in a blue moon is one time too many.
As I am wont to do, I checked in on the sleeping boys before going to sleep myself. Cody was snoring, the soothing sound of chirping crickets emitted from his Conair sound machine transformed his room into a lazy summer night in the country. He was clutching his beloved Kissy Shrimp under his right arm and his sweet face was turned upward, illuminated by his nightlight. So adorable. I shut his door and moved further down the hall to Carter’s room, unaware of what I was about to face.
The door was ajar. Carter was face down, sprawled out on the top of his covers in his Lightening McQueen pjs. His stuffed hippo had dropped to the floor so I reached down to pick it up. It was wet. So was Carter and all his bedding. There was also a large wet spot on the carpet by his bedroom door. I can’t remember the last time he had an accident and I can count on one hand the number of times he has wet the bed. Poor little guy must have tried to make it to the bathroom, peed on the floor and then was too tired to do anything about it so he went back to bed. Husband took the Carter clean-up duty while I tackled the sheets and floor.
I know you are thinking to yourselves about now, but the title of this post refers to bowels, what about the bowels? Ah well, let me tell you. This morning I woke up to a happy and fully awake Carter. He had gotten up before me, made a robot card with a dot-to-dot and was proudly delivering it to me.
I got up, fed the dog and then decided to get more of the night before laundry started. This required me to take a load of towels out of the dryer so that Hippo and the sheets could be dried and the duvet and duvet cover could go in the wash. I folded the towels and went to put them away in the closet in the boys’ bathroom. The smell stopped me short.
Dexter is old, he is twelve which I have been told is up there for a German Shepard. He has hip problems and has been taking Glucosamine and Metacam to help with it for quite a while now. But his legs are cranky and when he has been lying down for a while he has a hard time getting up. This is especially true on the tile in the bathroom where he loves to nap. From what I can deduce Dexter got stuck in the bathroom last night and, well, had an accident of the bowel type. I feel awful for him, poor doggie. I also know that this is a sign of not so good things to come.
Lucky for us Dexter knows his way around Microsoft Word. The boys are suspicious but I think I have them convinced that Dexter created a couple signs that are now hanging on the bathroom door. I think you will agree that he is quite the smart dog, to not only solve the problem of the tile floor but to utilize clip art in the creation of his signage.