The Sonia Show

Writer. Podcaster. Beer drinker. Old movie watcher. Mother. Goober.

The old man and the pee


Yeah, so, my mighty, mighty good dog Homer is getting old.


You’re not writing about me, are you? If you are will you link to my blog, The Homer Show?

He’s 14. He’s moving slower, and he needs help getting up on the couch or the bed. We have to carry him up and down the front stairs. Back in the day, Homer and I used to go on long walks – sometimes for hours. Now, he is so over walking after a few minutes, and he’s ready to go home. I get it. I’m the same way.

He also doesn’t hear very well anymore. He used to greet us at the door when we got home, but now we can be home for 15 minutes or longer before he realizes we’re back.


I’m sleeping, psycho. Stop taking my photo.

He’s not in pain. He’s just old. The biggest indicator that he’s old is he is starting to have more and more accidents in the house. It’s not uncommon for Homer for go outside and pee, only to pee again in the house 15 minutes later.

The other morning was a first, though.

I woke up around 5:45 a.m., because I’m in chemo-induced menopause, and I sleep like crap. I woke up and thought, “Oh, Homer is sleeping right next to my legs and he’s so warm. Wait a second … It’s wet. He’s wet!” I hopped out of bed.


Homer had peed the bed, and he didn’t even know it. My legs were wet. Homer was wet. The comforter was wet. Ugh.

Mighty, mighty good boy Calvin had crawled into bed with us around 3 a.m., but luckily he and my mighty, mighty good man David were spared. It was all on my side of the bed. Lucky me! #blessed

I stripped the bed and got fresh blankets for the boys. Then I scooped up Homer and gave him a bath. I wrapped him up in a towel, and we snuggled on the couch. I feel asleep rubbing Homer’s ears and telling him that I know it’s not his fault.

I hate that he’s getting old. He is such a good dog, and we’ve been through a lot together. He’s not just some animal. He’s part of our family, and we’re a little worried about him. We’re watching him closely and making sure that he is comfortable.

He might be moving slower and his eyesight isn’t super awesome, but his nose still works great. He manages to steal food from Calvin on a daily basis. The other night, good buddy Beegs was over. We were sitting on the couch and eating, and he stole food right off her plate – twice.

I was pissed that he did that, but at the same time I was thinking, “He’s still got it.”


Are you going to eat that? I can help you finish it, if you want.


Author: The Sonia Show

I'm a writer/podcaster/mother/goober in San Francisco who likes to drink beer, shop, laugh and make other people laugh, watch old movies, feed my unhealthy obsession with pop culture, kick breast cancer's ass, go on adventures with my mighty, mighty good man David and my awesome autistic son, Calvin, wear orange and root for the San Francisco Giants, participate in general jackass-ery, talk about TV, eavesdrop on strangers' conversations, make nerdy “Star Wars” and “Simpsons” references, and post personal things about myself on the web for all to read, which makes me some sort of literary exhibitionist.

2 thoughts on “The old man and the pee

  1. Sweet dog. Old age is the most unfair thing in the world. You’re wise as fuck, but you’re slow and creeky all the time.

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