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DOG DIAPERS: The Poopocalypse (WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY)
Dire things are happening in our household. The dog is 15 and senile and gross and the Crazy is 15 and crazy and gross, and seems to be having some kind of digestive difficulties in addition to being a CRAZY ASSHOLE, and all of these circumstances have conspired to create
We don't want the Poopocalypse! We don't like poop!
The dog is a dickwad in some ways - he's a beagle after all - but he has been politely pooping in the designated newspaper area. Even after the beginning of the Dog Diaper era he continued to poop there (and also to go stand there to pee because he doesn't know that he's wearing a diaper). The Last Straw before I started looking for diapers were a couple of accidents where we discovered poop elsewhere, but it was intermittent. Only it's getting more mittent.
We have concluded that he doesn't always know when he's pooping and definitely doesn't know when he's done. Moreover, sometimes he can't make it to the designated area so he has a second favorite spot under the kitchen table (WHY? WE JUST DON'T KNOW) and a third favorite spot in the kitchen doorway quite close to his food and water (EVEN MORE WHYYYYYYYYY). For the last week or so there's been poop in at least one of these locations every morning, but it's more a vicinity than an exact location, so it's been stepped in several times and there's a lot of emergency floor cleaning. On the other hand, he still has very healthy poop so we're reluctant to return to full diapers. Also there's the fact that none of my attempts so far managed to stay on him, or really even come all that close, except the belly bands.
MEANWHILE, in addition to insisting on sneaking into the shower room to pee on the floor regularly, the Crazy also has been surreptitiously peeing in the dustpan, which was shuffled to the wall of the sauna with dust in it, and has also been surprise pooping in all kinds of horrifying places, with even more horrifying consistencies. We are not even positive that it's all the Crazy, because from volume it seems dubious, but on the other hand it's wildly out of character for Snookums, who is generally the only other POSSIBLE suspect. The other day there was a case in the middle of the night in the dirty laundry where we were awakened by Snookums yowling and scratching at the laundry, trying futilely to cover it.
THE POOPOCALYPSE. Our lives are kind of a misery right now.
We don't want the Poopocalypse! We don't like poop!
The dog is a dickwad in some ways - he's a beagle after all - but he has been politely pooping in the designated newspaper area. Even after the beginning of the Dog Diaper era he continued to poop there (and also to go stand there to pee because he doesn't know that he's wearing a diaper). The Last Straw before I started looking for diapers were a couple of accidents where we discovered poop elsewhere, but it was intermittent. Only it's getting more mittent.
We have concluded that he doesn't always know when he's pooping and definitely doesn't know when he's done. Moreover, sometimes he can't make it to the designated area so he has a second favorite spot under the kitchen table (WHY? WE JUST DON'T KNOW) and a third favorite spot in the kitchen doorway quite close to his food and water (EVEN MORE WHYYYYYYYYY). For the last week or so there's been poop in at least one of these locations every morning, but it's more a vicinity than an exact location, so it's been stepped in several times and there's a lot of emergency floor cleaning. On the other hand, he still has very healthy poop so we're reluctant to return to full diapers. Also there's the fact that none of my attempts so far managed to stay on him, or really even come all that close, except the belly bands.
MEANWHILE, in addition to insisting on sneaking into the shower room to pee on the floor regularly, the Crazy also has been surreptitiously peeing in the dustpan, which was shuffled to the wall of the sauna with dust in it, and has also been surprise pooping in all kinds of horrifying places, with even more horrifying consistencies. We are not even positive that it's all the Crazy, because from volume it seems dubious, but on the other hand it's wildly out of character for Snookums, who is generally the only other POSSIBLE suspect. The other day there was a case in the middle of the night in the dirty laundry where we were awakened by Snookums yowling and scratching at the laundry, trying futilely to cover it.
THE POOPOCALYPSE. Our lives are kind of a misery right now.
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I can well remember our elderly dog having some of the same difficulties, particularly of the "doesn't know when she's finished" variety -- all the puddles she left had tails or dots leading away when she walked off too soon. Urgh. It was almost worse when she did have some vague idea that she had to go, though, because then she'd leave zigzag trails of urine or feces through the house in her attempt to reach the back door; the poop was especially bad because you'd think you had it all picked up, only to find (or, rather, "find") one last tidbit somewhere further than you'd expected. Sigh.
Sounds like at least one of the other household members is feeling the stress, too; the laundry, yikes! Dare I hope it was at least dirty already? *shudders*
All I can think of to suggest is... well, look, I spent a lot of time around horses as a kid, and horses who pull carriages have these neat poop collectors that hang in the appropriate spot; maybe you could rig something like that for the dog, since it seems to be healthy, which I'm reading as "non-liquid"/"baggable", poop?
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I'm not sure how I could rig something like that though... he's so small and his motor control of his hind legs is deteriorating. But I will keep it in mind as I continue Googling for solutions...
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