A Dog’s Day

Oops!  These accidents happen when one is elderly…

Bed’s gone.  Floor smells of disinfectant.


I’m banished to the back lawn – with my bedding which has gone through the wash.  And the plastic bed-protector.


My bed is airing.


Temporary bed in place.


Oh, well.


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