Old dogs have accidents .
Old people do too.
It's the way of the world as we all get older
I once skidded on a puddle of urine as I was rushing around a corner of a hospital ward and fell hard on the floor ripping the backside out of my pants and I remember often finding malteezer sized balls of poo lurking like land mines around clinical areas after being warmed and shaped down pyjama trouser legs and around netty knicker incontinent pads.
Nurses on elderly wards always keep one eye fixed on the floor as they go about their business.
This morning the Prof sang out that William had "flooded " another corner of the living room after being let in by Albert. and with a sigh I grabbed the biological cleaner and kitchen roll.
5.30 am is not a time to be cleaning up pee.
This afternoon I caught him just about to wee in the same, newly laundered spot and after I yelled his name, he sort of "came to" and realised his mistake, hanging his head in the shame of being shouted at yet again
Yells of " oh William " seem to echo about the cottage at the moment.
I put down the bucket of ashes I was collecting from the fireplace and scooped him up into my arms and we sat on the armchair together for a long long sweet moment.
Old dogs are just like old people.
They don't mean accidents to happen