Pogo is old. And blind. And grumpy. But he does generally have full control over his bladder and poop shoot. This morning he REALLY had to go and I didn't get him down fast enough, so he got the ramp first, which I stepped, in. That freaked me out causing me to move him so it went from bad to worse, he got my shirt and....yup, hand. EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW. I am really squeamish and not equipped for this. It is Raf's birthday, but he was nice and cleaned up my shoes and the ramp. I tossed the shirt in the garbage and washed my hands, like 90 times. I am still really freaked out over this. Yuck. Totally a S***ty day