Skip to main content

TIFU by putting a recovery onesie on a not completely potty trained puppy

Just happened

Bandit, our puppy, got the snip at the start of the week and had been nearly perfect when it comes to messing with the effected area. Recently he had been going for it when he gets sleepy.

We did get a donut cone and even though Bandit seemed ok he was having issues getting into some of his nap spots and playing with some chews. I heard about recovery onesies so I thought I'd grab one to make things a bit more comfortable for him.

On top of Bandit being more comfortable the onesie looked like Freddy Kruegers sweater, and being a horror fan I liked it. It also fit with the little monsters puppy phase.

When it finally got here i put Bandit in it and showed my spouse....then I got distracted for I swear not even 5 minutes then I hear his little "I'm having a difficult poop" yelp and at first I reacted like it was a regular accident then I remembered he was wearing a damn onesie and pooping.

When I found him some had come out of the tail hole already in a poop trail from the basement to the front door. I carefully took off the the butt flap and you guessed it some more poop fell out.

I lost it.

Full 5year old giggle fit which only made things worse because Bandit thought it was playtime. He preceded to step in the poop that fell out of the onesie and tracked it all over a 3ish square foot area while trying to play.

When my spouse and I finally got it together my spouse took Bandit for a spongebath since he's still healing and I cleaned out the poop trail.

TL;DR I put a onesie on a puppy and he pooped in it, created a poop trail, and started to play in poop when he mistook my laughter for playtime.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

TIFU - Don’t do what I did

On Sunday morning Aug. 24th, I awoke to discover a large blind spot in my right eye, which turned out to be what is called wet age-related macular degeneration (AMD). It has resulted in a very significant, permanent loss of vision in that eye. Although I maintain good peripheral vision, whatever I focus on at best is very blurry, and mostly disappears. I can barely make out the large E at the top of the eye chart. If this happens to my left eye I’ll be unable to read or drive. It turns out that I missed the opportunity that I had to prevent this from becoming a serious problem because I failed to report what appeared to be minor changes in my vision. In the weeks prior to August I had noticed that what I knew to be straight lines appeared to my right eye to have a little waviness. I also noticed that the color of my front lawn, which I could see through the window from my recliner,  was subdued, looked almost gray, in my right eye. So I scheduled an eye exam, which revealed the p...

TIFU by getting suspended for 2 days by my front office in school.

I (13M) am an African American student at Jeannette junior high who had got suspended for 2 days here. I was in math class minding my business until my teacher had told me to go to the main office, which posed no problem to me. As i went down there, the people of the front office had stopped me and made me get a new ID (yes, we have id's.) so i had asked them if i could maybe do a different alternative and call my mother to let her bring the Id here, even then, the Id isn't that important. So, although i was talking to them in a calm manner and not showing any signs of rebellion, they had threatened to call the police on me without thinking twice before calling my parents. This is where i started getting angry, and even then now the black peers agree that could have been a racially motivated action. They then told me to sit in the office conference room because of that, leading into more anger. They had then called my mother who had came over to the school didn't even let ...

TIFU by putting my already skinny jeans in the dryer on high heat.

TL;DR: Was stupid and didn't realize I put my clothes on extra high heat in the dryer. Had to rock skintight skinny jeans all day with tighty whities (only clean pair I had since I procrastinate doing laundry like crazy). I guess the constant wedgies and squishing are punishment for my stupidity. Honestly don’t know who else to blame but myself for this. I’m a scatterbrained guy so I literally put the highest setting on a load with most of my clothes, and my skinny jeans that I was planning to wear today. You can probably already see where this is going, but somehow I didn’t. For context, these jeans were already pushing the limits of what could reasonably be called wearable. They fit, technically, but only in the sense that I could get them on with enough determination and a bit of strategic breathing. Sitting down in them was more of a commitment than a casual action. Still, they looked good, and I had convinced myself that discomfort was just part of the aesthetic. So this m...