This morning, Norah was playing on the back porch when she called to me: "Mama! Norah poopy!"
I come out on the porch to discover that she'd pooped, then taken off her pull-up, and a loose turd had set itself free and was sitting on the tile. Argh!
So, I take her inside, leaving that renegade piece of poop, and clean her up (for the record, it was the 2nd time today that I got poop on my arm -- Caleb had a poo-plosion earlier that was so unwieldy, I seriously thought of just cutting his onesie off him). We go back out on the porch, armed with poop clean up materials, and find that there is no sign of the turd.
Just a small brown dog licking his lips...
...yeah, how's that image for your Friday?! My dog is a shit eater!
As Norah said, when I explained where the turd had disappeared to, "No eat poop, Scooter! Yucky!"
"Yucky" for sure!