File this next bunch under "life with a j-pouch". And warning it may be TMI for some.
The j-pouch can be a bit unpredictable, especially at night while in a deep sleep. Unfortunately I have to wear "protection" at night (No weirdo! Not that kind of protection, this kind. Which BTW are so much better then depends.) . Yeah it sucks and it is so not sexy but that, my friends, is how it is. Well, last night the lovely j-pouch decided to surprise me, and lets just say I was happy I was wearing protection when I awoke this morning. I guess that is what I get for eating Mickey D's for dinner.
Anyone who has a dog might know where this story is heading. . . Well after I cleaned up I guess I didn't shut the bathroom door all the way. Either that or Gracie has learned a way to open doors, which really wouldn't surprise me. When that girl has her mind set to mischief nothing stops her. It was oddly quiet in the house (another sign someone is up to no good), so off I went to find the little demon. And there she was, trash everywhere and of course she found the messiest nastiest articles to shred into a million little pieces all over my beige bedroom carpet. After I was able to compose myself and stop the dry heaving I cleaned up the mess. Thank God for the SpotBot (best $140 I have ever spent! FYI, a must have for anyone with a puppy.) After some elbow grease, a dog bath and a very long hot shower for myself everything is as good as new. Well kinda.