The Curious Incident of the Poopy Diaper

Those of you who've been following along with the Adventures of Olin will know that we have him (most of the time) in g diapers which are these amazing flushable diapers (READ: NO MORE DIAPER PAIL). It is about time somebody rethought the way we diaper our children. It doesn't make sense to put all that plastic into a landfill (and anyone who knows me understands that I refuse to wash cloth diapers). These clever gizmo's work great and really do flush all the mess away, they just take a bit of getting used to.

Aside from learning to *assemble* the diaper, another challenge is tearing the sides of the pad for disposal in the bowl while holding a baby (difficult). More for convenience than as a safety precaution, I have been placing the soiled disposable pads next to the toilet for disposal when one of us hears the call of nature (saving water). Ok, probably too much information, but it's going to get a bit more graphic before it gets funny.

Today Olin had a rather voluminous #2 in his little g. So we changed him into a new little g set up and placed the soiled one on the counter next to the toilet. I closed the door to the bathroom so as to contain the smell, and then spent the next 30 or so minutes soothing Olin into a nap. When placing Olin down in his crib, I heard our dog's collar jewelry (aka license tags) jingling in the distance. He is usually right next to me throughout the day, so for him to be conducting business in a room other than the one I'm in is a bit odd. I went to investigate.

Much to my horror/mirth/surprise, Bongo had jumped up onto the bathroom counter, STOLEN the messy diaper, and had (there is no delicate way to put this) licked it clean. He was mid munch on the actual cotton pad when I busted him (yes, he got sent to the kennel while I cleaned up the mess).

All is well that ends well, I suppose. Bongo survived eating baby poo, and now regards Olin as the snackmaker. He's right beside me at each diaper change...like a dog begging at the dinner table. I have learned to make certain the door to the bathroom really is closed when I leave a potential treat out on the counter for later disposal. And Olin? He napped through the entire incident.