I suppose I should get use to poop. Today I came home and Ollie had a bit of an accident. He pooped all over. I thought someone had broke into our house just to die. It smelled horrible. Being pregnant makes that smell monumental. I bucked up and dealt with the situation all except for the washing of the dog which will be Scott’s contribution. He is strong and bad which with a sore back and all that I really don’t want to drag him to the doggy wash on my own. Scott is busy at work but is coming home early to take care of this wild animal. I felt so bad for him. He looked SO sad when I came in the house today. He knew he had made a mess. You can’t get mad at this face!
Poop. October 1, 2009