Trot 'n plop

It's barely getting light out when I let the geriatric Boomer outside to sniff the smells of the morning.

And to do her business, of course, at least if she hasn't done it in the hall already.

Boomer is fourteen years old - that would be 98 in human years.

If I'm as intrigued by sniffing the smells of the morning when I'm that age, I'll be a grateful and happy camper.


If I'm doing the trot 'n plop they'll no doubt coerce me into an adult diaper.