Marty, the not-so-retired judge, had a large, eight-year-old dog named Dolly, who became incontinent with age. In Marty’s words, “I do mean incontinent because she peed enough to cover a continent.”
Doggie diapers were not up to the task.
To handle Dolly’s “gushers,” Marty’s wife went to the drug store to buy human incontinent pads to insert in the doggie diaper.
When she went to the check-out counter, the clerk would always give Marty’s wife a knowing and pitying look.
Marty’s wife would always loudly proclaim, “NOT ME. IT’S FOR THE DOG.” To this day, she doesn’t know if the clerk and any customers within 25 feet of her believed her strong protestation.
“If you want the best seat in the house, move the dog.” Unknown