My dear pooch baby wet the bed last night... She must have felt so mortified, this is not the first time she did it. The last few times we caught her with her pants down, deep in sleep and wet down yonder...whenever we woke her, she will proceed to try to lick the bed dry with a mortified look on her face, poor baby..
Her incontinence has given us some worries but other than that, she seems to be her normal energetic self.
We had her at Sid's on Sunday, she found friends in a Golden Retriever and a Sharpei. When we held her back from knocking over every glass appliances in the pub, she howled, yes, howled, lifted up her head and give a good old croon! Through her, we found new friends, Pauline, Jan and AJ, dog lovers and dragon boat rovers :)..
So yes, life with dear old pooch is still a journey of discovery and both Scott and I rejoiced at the fact that Snowy has led us down paths un-discovered and new encounters.
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