Some dogs care, some don’t. I remember my old boy, who would act embarrassed if he had an accident on the floor. There were a few times over the years when he had accidents, like when his tummy was upset and I didn’t get him outside in time. When that happened, he’d hang his head and avoid looking at any of us. He was never scolded for it, though. The embarrassment faded as he got older and developed CCD (canine cognitive dysfunction), which led to more frequent accidents. Eventually, he had to wear doggy diapers when I was out or overnight. He lived to be 16 years old, almost 16 and a half, before he crossed the Rainbow Bridge.
Here’s a picture of my sweet, gentle, handsome old boy, taken about a month before he passed. He had an amazing 16th birthday. He won a doggy photoshoot, and as a treat, he got his first professional grooming to look his best for the photos. For dinner, he had steak and his absolute favorite food—sausages.
His life had a rough start. Some terrible person dumped him at about 4 weeks old. But he was by my side nearly every day after that, and I was by his when he crossed the bridge.
Credits goes to the respective owner ♥️
