The next morning, Isabelle stretched as she woke up. She began to sit up, but stopped when she began to feel something... mushy. "Please tell me that's not--" She had filled her diaper while she was asleep. Bedwetting was one thing, but pooping in her sleep? "Why and how could this have happened?" the shih tzu asked herself in her head.
She attempted getting her brother's attention. "Digby... Digs... Digby..."
"Mmm... huh? Good morning, baby sister! How was the rest of--" He sniffed the air. "Ugh! What smells?"
"Well... ummm... uh... I... maybe might have..." Suddenly, she felt herself freeze for a few seconds as her brain completely shifted gears. "Baby make poopy!"
"Oh, does wittle Izzy need a change?"
"Yeah, yeah!" the baby Isabelle said as her brother picked her out of her crib and carried her over to the changing table. He untaped and removed her dirty diaper and wiped her butt and privates clean.
Once Digby was done wiping her, Isabelle all of a sudden changed back to her normal