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Along with encouraging words for Reagan the Wonder Dog, Juice sent me this heads-up
about a guy pulling his Wheaty out of a gator's mouth - at the last
second (and losing fingers in the process). Kind of a remarkable
thing here about Reagan too.
Her uncontrolled bladder prollem got so bad that we could scarce walk
anywhere without stepping on little land mines. And the
smell! Like asparagus urine on steroids. Stopped putting the
steam mop away altogether - plugged in and ready for action 24/7. So, if
diapers are good enough for me (a precondition of being allowed back in
the liquor store and on my daughter's new sofa), they're good enough
for Reagan . We bought some special doggie diapers with a tail
hole in them. I think I prefer them to my own, matter of
fact. Very convenient. Anyway, here's what happened.
After two nights of her moping - I'm here to tell you that dogs
can be embarrassed - but with dry floors in the morning, I forgot to
put them on. Guess what? That's right. Scarcely an
accident since then. Reagan's back to staring at the door until I
let her out again. How about that!
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