During the last six-months of Max’s life, he needed to wear diapers. He didn’t have great control of his bladder towards the end so he wore a belly-band and that was that. After we said good-by to him, I can’t say I missed that part. I would have continued doing it with no complaint, but I don’t think many people whose dogs need diapers will tell you that it’s the highlight of their day.
On bad-legs-days, Jake’s bum has trouble ‘holding it’. All of ‘it’. Especially at night. Unfortunately, he does not give me (or himself) any indication that he needs to go out so I wake up to him panicking or crying and by then it’s too late. While I’m happy to clean his crate EVERY NIGHT at 3am, I feel like that hour is better suited for sleeping so this weekend I got him some diapers. Of course he has to get the girl kind due to the fact that he can’t hold any of ‘it’ and since he doesn’t have a tail, I have to sew the tail hole shut. I got the denim variety so at least he could feel somewhat manly. Nothing says macho like little denim hot shorts. I’m sure he appreciates this.
I hope if I ever need diapers, no one blogs about it!