My dog, Lili, is in heat. As fun as it is to clean up her little "stamps" she leaves every time she sits down, I decided to get her some diapers. The pet store was closed, so I went to the grocery store to get regular baby diapers. I stood there in the aisle, looking at the vast array of choices that lay before me, I realised that this was more complicated that originally anticipated. I couldn't do it alone. An old woman was pushing her buggy down the aisle toward me, browsing the ice-cream section, when I interrupted her with the question: "Do you know anything about diapers?" She kind of chuckled, with a grandmotherly flashback of hundreds of diapers she must have changed in her lifetime, as she answered, "Ooooh yes." I told her about my situation with Lili, and we started working together to figure out the size-weight ratio between babies and French Bulldogs, until we narrowed it down to a couple packages. "Well, I guess there is one way to find out..." I suggested, and she took the cue, "I'll make sure no one's watching, you open them up" So the old lady kept six for me as I opened the package to see if they would actually fit Lili. I decided that they would work, but I'd have to use tape to hold them on. She said "Good, but don't buy those ones, somebody's opened them!"