More Poop Horror Stories
I can't tell if our lives will be more or less interesting when Cayden potty trains. Anyway, I am a big fan of naked baby time and was undressing Cayden the other day when Ty asked if he had pooped yet (our son is a solid once a day kind of guy). I said no, but don't worry about it, if he poops I'll clean it up. Given that I am the one that sprays the diapers into the toilet, I can honestly say poop on the floor is easier to clean. So baby is running around all cute and naked, and I am getting ready to go upstairs when Cayden comes running towards me with Tyson hot on his heels crying, "grab him! he just took a big poop on the kitchen floor and we need to clean him!". True to my word, I went into the kitchen to clean it up but there was no poop to be found! In the 30 seconds it took Ty to summon me, Roland came to my assistance. Moral of the story: don't let my dog give you kisses.
It's more than just a name...it's a lifestyle.
2 comments:
oh my Lord. This reminds me of David Sedaris' short story "Rooster at the Hitchen Post" in which one dog eats the waste of his other dog "on tap"
yes, and when he starts using a little potty, that will happen more often - anytime Z does her biz in the potty and forgets to shut the lid, I find Maude in there taking care of it.
I don't think I have let Maude kiss me on the face since Zora was tiny! Gross. And pee drinking to boot. She prefers pee to fresh clean water.
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