A Piddling Pup

January 26, 2016

 

piddling pup one

 

 

He didn’t look like much. A scruffy combination of what appeared to be Scottish terrier and a silky terrier. The longish body and massive teeth definitely came from the Scotty while the weirdly soft hair on the top of his head could only have arrived from the Silky. He definitely needed a loving hand and heart as a foster parent and our home became his.

Happiness reigned for roughly ten minutes until his very apparent flaw flowed from his small body as a pool of piddle. A few minutes later, he repeated the act and again a short time later. When I was foolish enough to leave the home for an hour and he decided to get acquainted with my other elderly pup, I arrived home to find a very real pissing contest that took place around a dining table.

I immediately called the foster center with the sad news that I absolutely, positively could not foster this particular dog because of the constant urinating. Yes, the lady who delivered him said he had a slight problem. That was not the term I used to describe my house being afloat within two hours after his arrival.

“I’m so sorry to hear that. Of course, I understand and we will take him back. We had high hopes as you are his last chance at a foster home. He will go to a shelter.”

“Well, I’ve gotten my other dogs from the shelters here and they are pretty nice. It’s not like they are kill shelters.”

“Oh, he didn’t come from your area. He traveled over fifty miles to get to you. I cannot guarantee a no kill shelter with his record of being unadoptable.”

So I did what any sane person would avoid…I adopted Chewy. A trip to a pet shop never visited on my rounds before and, low and behold, the answer to Chewy’s problem appeared. It did not have a halo glowing around it.

It was a belly band for male dogs. One piece of material four inches wide and three inches longer than his belly measurement, attached to soft felt of the same measurements, a heart sewn in the center to hold the shape of the band and a fluffy pad to be inserted into it to stop those ‘mistakes’.

belly bands

 

I changed the pad to one geared for incontinence in men. It holds more and seems more comfortable for Chewy.

He’s resting calmly beside me, follows me wherever I go, comes at my call and usually only my call. And piddling pup or not, he has a forever home. Often with our older dogs – male or female, the answer is simple. It just takes looking for a solution instead of being stumped by the problem.

Piddling Pup2

                                                   PIDDLING PUP TODAY – CAN YOU SEE THE BELLY BAND?

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