Cha-cha-cha-changes...

Call the Humane Society....

I didn't get Ollie's bed washed quickly enough and she was forced to take matters into her own hands, err, paws.  The following is an illustration of how sharp I remain despite a recent birthday:

Ollie has now wet her bed 4 times in the last month; she will be 9 soon and things are changing.  Because it takes hours to wash and dry her ginormous bed, I recognized the need to order a second.

I've ordered an orthopedic bed for her...an investment I thought she deserved now that she's on the back nine (I know: pot calling the kettle 'black'). Hell, both our bones hurt and we might even have to time share THE NEW BED.  THE NEW BED is the best money can buy: memory foam, lots of real estate, special moisture barrier cover...yes, $$$ of Orvis engineering for the older great breed.

When cleaning up incident number 4 however, I noticed some interesting trends:  


Why was the bed always wet on the left side?
Why did it happen even though she'd just been out??
And, come to think of it, why was there a bigger puddle on the bottom of the bed than on the top???

Ollie hasn't been wetting her bed...I've been overwatering the plant next to it.  Sheesh.