Came home friday, to be greeted by only 2 dogs. Where's Brian?
I search through house, no sign of him, i go out to paddocks and call, he doesn't come. so i 'know' he's outside of earshot for sure.
Go back inside, and there's a sound, like a small puppy mewing, its coming from my bedroom. A never ever no go dog zone as far as im concerned.
there is brian, trapped in my shower cubicle, unable to turn around. I notice a indentation where he clearly has been led on my bed. And also a great big urine stain on end of bed, he's pissed my bed the cheeky bastard. And god has punished him by trapping him in my shower.
Im not sure how long he's been in there, but he's got a very large turning circle and the cubicle in ensuite small sized, hence stuck. Needed to do a quater turn, and he'd of been free.
Then i got to strip and wash all my bedding, and attempt to soak up urine from my mattress. Its now a huge brown stain on it. Nice!
There's nothing like a loving, loyal bed wetter i your life is there.