But Josie's confused.  She's wearing a polka-dot pair of my boxers on her bottom with her tail sticking out of the fly.

She's had a tumor high up on her leg near the tail for quite some time. The vet looked at it last August, but didn't want to do anything yet.  Last night it started bleeding.  We called the vet, but he doesn't need to see her until Monday. 

It's in a place that's impossible to wrap so we shaved off the hair around the opening and bandaged it.  Just in case it started leaking again, we put a pair of my boxers on her and pinned it so it wouldn't come off.

Now as I'm typing this, she's laying on the floor; giving me a soulful look. She's trying to get me all sympathetic so I'll give her a treat.