Sad to say, nature is taking it's course in our home, as well.
Der Brucer and I went to an informal concert yesterday, up in Northern New Jersey, a fundraiser Marc Shaiman was doing for a theater group up there. He performed and told stories, and was joined by Annie Golden and Christine Ebersole, both of whom sang his songs and were quite wonderful.
When we returned home (a three-hour drive each way), we found our eldest dog, Kelsey, sprawled in the kitchen covered with his own soiling. I cleaned him up as best I could, while der B. cleaned the kitchen, but he isn't responding much to our attention.
This has been hardly unexpected. Kelsey is eighteen years old, and this last year has been hard for him. Der Brucer and I agreed that I would keep the other dogs out of his room, so that he and Kelsey could be alone together.
No vibes, please.