Fecal Follies

Okay despite the last post regarding the admonishing against poopoo humor, I have to mention the latest episode. This afternoon while at the in-laws, we release Milo from the kenel after a morning rest. I am in the kitchen rapidly preparing the afternoon meal. Over the noise of the fan above the stove I hear a scream.

I run out in the front room to find Anna running behind the dog, who is squating in her parent's bedroom catching two (pellets? plops? outputs?) dollops(!) of poo before the dog is scurried out to the front yard to do the rest of his bidness.

We made sure that she washed her hands. Twice.