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I am ashamed to say that I actually purchased a doggy diaper today. I was desperate. I can't stand the fact that Lola has an insatiable thirst, but she drinks so much that she then pees every 2 minutes, most often wherever she happens to be standing at the moment the urge arises. So, I did it -- I bought a frilly little diaper for her, complete with "sanitary pad" inserts. After struggling to get it on her, things seemed to be going just fine...until I heard a string of indistinct exclamations coming from Guy's loft. Lola was up there barking, which he presumed was because Lily was on his couch and Lola couldn't get up. Obviously, he presumed wrong. Lola actually had to poop, and she decided to relieve herself while wearing her diaper. You'd think this would be a good thing, but these diapers aren't like baby diapers. They're only shaped to protect from accidental urine release, not bowel movements. So, poop got in the diaper and started coming out of the diaper onto Guy's floor. He grabbed Lola and took her down the stairs into the bathroom, where he removed the diaper to be washed at a later time. Lola scampered away into my room where she...took a leak on the carpet. Surprise, surprise. I know that those two actions logically follow one another, but Guy was too busy worrying about the first one and I was too busy blogging to be paying attention, so now we're stuck with a poopy diaper and a pee-stained floor. Ahh, the life.