Daily Free-Write March 18, 2021

Continued from January 8, 2021 "Nick & Doug Part 2"

“So, I understand ze puppy had a little accident?” asked the tiger Doctor, with a sympathetic frown.

“Yes,” said Doug, before Nicky could respond. “In more ways than one.”

This got a chuckle from the doctor and Nicky cast his eyes downwards in shame.

“So let’s start mit the paw. Tell me precisely vat happened, little von.”

Nicky whimpered, remembering the events of the day before. He held up his foot paw which looked swollen.

“I was helpin Daddy and our friends build us a porch room, and I bumped into a ladder, and a hammer fell and hit me on the foot, and it hurt really bad.”

“I’m sorry zat happened to you, little von. May I please examine your tootsie?” the doctor asked nicely, extending a paw.

“Go on, Nicky,” said Doug, putting his hand on the reluctant pup’s shoulder. Nicky acquiesced and lifted his paw, his ears drooping.

“Zank you, munchkin. Let’s see. Oh my, it looks like a bad von. I bet it really hurt didn’t it?”

Nicky nodded and whined. It was one of the worst pains he’d ever had.

“Can you viggle your big toe for me, Nicky?” asked the Doctor.

Nicky nodded and wiggled the toe, wincing and drawing in breath through his teeth when he did so.

“Good. Sehr good,” said the Doctor, focusing intently on the problem at paw. “Now does it hurt when I touch it here?”

Nicky let out a loud yelp as the doctor’s hand came in contact with the top of his paw.

“Oh dear, I’m sorry Liebchen. Let’s try somesing else, shall ve? I’ll start at ze ankle, and vork my vay up. You just tell me ven it starts to hurt, ja?”

Nicky bit his lip and nodded. Doug held his paw and squeezed it tight. In this way the doctor was able to determine the location of the injury, as well as confirming that there wasn’t any apparent nerve damage. Meanwhile, Doug kept up a constant string of encouragement and physical contact that let his little puppy know he was right there with him. Finally, the doctor released the paw and stepped back.

“How does it look, doctor?” asked Doug, petting his boyfriend.

“Vell, it looks like your little boy’s tootsie vas hurt pretty bad, but I’m sure zat it’ll be good as new vonce ve are done mit ze treatment.” The doctor ended this statement with a warm smile.

“How long will that be?” asked Doug.

“Ve can’t know until ve’ve seen an X-ray. It could take anyvere from… two to six veeks to heal.”

“Six weeks?!” cried Nick, aghast.

“I’m sure it von’t be easy for a rambunctious little pup like you to stay still, but zat may be ze situation,” the portly feline replied, raising his eyebrows and pursing his lips as he adjusted his glasses. “Anyvay, it seems like your Daddy should have been keeping a shorter leash on you anyvay, hmm?”

Nicky blushed and Doug just nodded. “I’m ordering it first thing when we get home,” said Doug. “This isn’t going to happen again.” Nicky looked up to see Papa staring at him sternly.

“I’ll schedule you for an X-ray, and zen send you down to Radiology, but first, ve haff another kind of accident to discuss.” The feline doctor nodded to Nicky’s soggy diaper leaving no doubt what he meant. “Let’s hear it from Daddy’s perspective first. Vat exactly haff you noticed und for how long haff these accidents been happenink?”

“It’s been a problem on for a few years,” Doug began. He paused a second when his little puppy began to whimper and whine in embarrassment.

“It’s not that bad, Daddy!”

“Shh, it’s okay honey. Dr. Rückfall is a professional. He needs to know the facts. It’s gotten worse since I first met him. He’s had to wear at night time on and off since we met, but two nights ago I gave him his chance to get through the night dry and he had a big accident in the bed-”

“By accident do you mean he urinated in his sleep only, or did he defecate as well?” asked the doctor.

“No, no, just urine,” said Doug over Nicky’s objections to the very idea. “He’s had to wear diapers all the time. It seems every time I turn around this little puppy has soaked his pampers. To be honest, I think it just makes him cuter, but of course I want to make sure my little sprout is healthy too.”

“Yes, of course,” said the doctor, nodding. “Zat’s vat ve all vant, isn’t zat right Nicky?”

Nicky nodded.

“Vell, don’t vorry my little schnuckelschneke. Bedvetting is a pretty common condition. Ve’ll get to ze bottom of zis, und you von’t have to vonder vhy you’re makin’ little piddles in your pants anymore. Is zat okay mit you?”

Nicky nodded and the Doctor smiled and walked over to the cabinet.

Though he was nervous still, Nicky felt comfortable with this physician doing his exam. The older man had a gentle way about him, and what’s more, he asked Nicky what he was okay with. Everyone in the baby hospital was really nice. they didn’t even give Nicky’s diaper a second glance. Nicky felt completely normal here, and he liked that feeling. It was too bad he couldn’t extend that courtesy to himself in his own daily life.

Dr Rückfall returned with an absorbent pad and set it down behind Nicky, then had the big puppy scoot back onto it.

“How vould you like to be out of zat soggy diaper for a vhile?”

Nicky nodded. This, at least, sounded good. He lay back obediently as the Doctor untaped the diaper. It was difficult not to look, but he opted to stair straight ahead pretend another grown dog wasn’t taking off his soaked baby undies.

The doctor gave his fur a perfunctory wipe-down, and then let Nicky sit up on the pad, instructing him to just stay on the pad just in case.

“I’m goink to ask you some yes und no kvestions. You or Daddy can answer as best you can. How much do you drink, Nicky, und how often?”

“Um…” Nicky looked up to Doug for help.

“He drinks about 12 glasses of water and juice a day, sometimes more. Two with every meal and two between each meal.

“Und how often do you leak, little von?”

Again Nicky couldn’t answer.

“I can’t say exactly, but he needs a change every 6-8 hours depending on the quality of the diaper.”

The doctor nodded sagely.

“Nicky. Can you feel it when you start to leak? Can you stop peeing ven zat happens?”

“N-no,” said Nicky. He at least knew that much.

“It always seems to take the little soaker by surprise,” added Papa, smiling and ruffling his boyfriend’s hair.

“Do you mind if I check ze testicles, Nicky? It vould really help me understand vat is goink on and make sure it is not a hernia.”

“H-h-hernia?” Nicky gulped. “Don’t those require surgery?”

“Let’s get ahead of ourselves now, sprout. Just let the doctor check out your meat balls. Okay?”

Nicky reluctantly nodded. He tried not to get too antsy as the doctor fondled his soft sac. He turned his head and coughed as asked.

The last thing the doctor said he needed was a urine sample.

“Und it looks like ve’ve got plenty here,” he said, pointing to the absorbent pad.

To Nicky’s surprise the pad had turned completely yellow. Nicky had flooded it sometime during their conversation.  The doctor quickly grabbed a cup to collect Nicky’s urine.

“We’ll haff to get ze last of it mit a single-use catheter. Then we can get you into some proper protection and see how much zat pad veighs. “

Nicky was made as comfortable as he could be before the thick tube was slid down his peephole with the aid of lubricant and some local anesthetic.

The tube was pushed in inch by inch until suddenly there was a small bit of resistance. One more push and urine began to flow into the waiting cup. Nicky was mesmerized, as was Doug. Neither of them had really seen this kind of thing done before, or really thought of anything going up there in the first place.

“How does it fit?” asked Nicky, finally.

“Because puppies are very stretchy my little Schnuckiputz.”

The doctor instructed Doug to keep the distractable pup occupied while he ‘finished up’. Presumably, he didn’t want the puppy to be too distraught by the tube coming back out.

With the two men working together, Nicky was soon diapered in a fresh new adorable space diaper from the Doctor’s special cabinet, and the pad was weighed.

“Vell, little von. Your papa is certainly correct; you are a super soaker! I’m going to recommend you stay in diapers, little von, und listen to vat your daddy tells you. Vill you be a gut boy so I can give you your treat?”

“Treat?” asked Nicky, his tail beginning to wag.

“Zat’s right. If it’s okay mit your Vatti, zat is.”

Doug grinned and nodded. He wasn’t going to say no to his smiley pup, not after he behave so well for the doctor.

“Okay zen, but you have to promise to vear your diapers like  a gut boy until vee can determine ze best course of action.”

“Promise!” said Nicky.

Doug patted his boyfriend’s back and squeezed his shoulder. He had been saying all that since the beginning, but maybe if he heard it from a doctor, Nicky would be more apt to listen.

Nicky was surprised and excited when the doctor brought out a toy treasure chest full of little candies and toys for him to pick from.

“It’s best if you just close your little eyes und pick. It’s lucker zat vay.”

Nicky did just that and he got a funny little mouse-man action figure. He liked it.

“See, kiddo? You got the best prize!” said Doug, kissing the excited pup on the head. “Thanks, Doctor. Oh, there is one more thing… the nurse mentioned some tips for helping me put a few extra pounds on my skinny pup…’

“Of course,” said Dr. Rückfall. I haff just ze thing!”

The doctor gave Doug a sample of enhance weight gain beverage, and printed out a list of foods that might help.

“All little cubs like peanut butter,” he said. “That’s an easy way to help him pack on ze pounds. Und I should know,” said the doctor, chuckling and patting his belly. “I’m a perfect example!”

Soon after, as the couple waited for the elevator to Radiology, Nicky noticed Doug texting furiously on his phone.”

“Who ya talkin’ to, Daddy?” asked Nicky. “Is it Uncle John? Is he gonna come visit again and help take care of me?”

Doug smiled at the word ‘Uncle’ and ruffled the pup’s hair. “Silly pup. I can certainly ask. I was just texting him now… as well as Dale and Jim. I had to make a group chat since nobody will leave me alone about it.”

Nicky was surprised everyone was so concerned.

“You really gave us all a scare there, kiddo. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

Nicky was remorseful. “I’m so sorry, Daddy. I was just tryin’ to help.”

“I know you were, sweetie,” said Doug. The elevator dinged and he wheeled the boy inside.

“I promise I won’t ever happen again!”

“I know it won’t, sweetie. I’m going to make sure of it.”

“W-what do you mean by that, Daddy? …Daddy?!”

“Just wait til we get home,” said Doug, patting his boy on the head as the elevator doors slid shut.