It was inevitable.
This morning, I stopped in the middle of crossing a busy intersection to poop.
When you're my age, and you gotta go, you just go.
No one rushed me. I did one of my patented traveling poops, spread the wealth around a little, just to make it harder for the human to pick it all up while traffic waited for us.
There was laughter.
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
I'm doing pretty well for an old broad, too! Sure, I drop the occasional carpet turd without knowing it. Once in awhile I leak, and I am not so great on stairs anymore. My depth perception is kind of whacked. I could beat anyone in a fart contest and my days of even seeing, never mind chasing, prey are over.
But I love my food, get utter joy out of a good swim in the lake. I love my people, sniffing stuff, and napping. I have great physio peeps, a wonderful vet and humans that make my life as easy as possible.