We are currently having a Schnauzer Party.
You see we have Oscar (salt and pepper) and Henry (the black one) and we are dog sitting Cooper (the party mix).
A couple of nights ago... on Cooper's first night at our house...
I woke. It was 4am. It was my night off from the blood sugar check. Dave was standing at the foot of our bed saying something about us having a "situation"; I think he said we had a "couple of situations" actually.
"Joe's POD is alarming that it has failed and Henry has *expelled fecal matter* (not in those words mind you) all over his crate ... *then something was mentioned about the stench ... Henry's crate housing Henry resides in our room*"
This is where I was somewhat glad and not resentful that I know more about the PODs and insertions than Dave. Dave had not done a POD insertion yet. He had only watched Joe and I do one.
I volunteered for the POD change and left the soiled crate and canine to Dave.
A day~in~the~life of our nights with diabetes and dogs.