Worst experience so far. I was asleep one evening and I dimly remember Ciarán the greyhound jumping up onto the bed and snuggling down. I may have stroked him briefly, then fell a sleep again. I should now have realised that he might have had an ‘accident’ in his dog bed, possibly peed in it in his sleep or when he woke up too late. Janet had I believe not put him out recently, which is not a good thing.
Anyway, Janet later came upstairs and Ciarán had gone. She put her hand into something on the bed and realised it was dog poo, all over everywhere and he had owed all over the bed and on the floor too. Poor lamb. I had missed all of this, as I was fast asleep and I have no sense of smell much, for some reason. It was about nine o clock in the evening and Janet had to start completely stripping the bed and replacing everything, having evicted me temporarily. The result was a much nicer fresher softer bed for me anyway. I had two duvets on me so I donated one to Janet as new sheets arrived. Janet was tired and didn’t need this nightmare so late at night.
I suggested more frequent walks for Ciarán, and when the rain is heavy I don’t thing he is staying out in it long enough to fully do his duty and complete his business, which usually requires loads of walking around and sniffing to find the perfect spot to defile. I recommended sheltered places where he can be outside but out of the worst of the heavy rain, such as behind the house, on the north side, sheltered from the strong wind, and by the front of the garage, again sheltered facing north, where there is an overhang above, by the big main garage door.
I’m still thinking about a trip to the vet.