Friday, August 26, 2011

"Mommy, Do You Want to Know Where the Poop Is?"

That's a lose-lose question. I don't even want to answer, let alone think about the ramifications of the yes or the no.

"Um, what?"

"Do you want to know where the poop is?" I guess I asked him to repeat it.

"I suppose I do. Please show me."

As it turns out, Winston was reluctant to follow the house training rules at our house. I thought he was doing so well - or so much better. Turns out, he had a secret keeper.

Tyler was putting Winston's poop in the heating vent.

(I am deeply thankful to have learned about this before I flipped on the heat in another six weeks.)

So, those two little dogs we had?

Paisley was a biter. And Winston's poop lingered in the wrong places.

They have gone to live with new families who can handle such shenanigans. This woman has her limits.

Let this be a lesson to anyone who comes to live with us: no biting, and no poop in the heating vents. Or I shall find you a new home.

(No animals were harmed in this story. And that is truly by the grace of God.)


Jan Verhoeff said...

Tricia --- I sincerely NEED a like button for this one!

Cristi said...

Yes at one point out sweet indoor cat became an outdoor pet. For somewhat the same reason. :)