Thursday, September 15, 2005

My life is shit.

Wait. Scratch that. My life is POOP.

Between this puppy, who clearly believes that a walk outside is a precursor to pooping inside, and my 4-year-old, who has suddenly decided that he no longer needs to poop anywhere but in his pants... well... you get the idea.

But I'm being dramatic. Maggie's home. I'm at work. So really, it's much worse for her.

Love to all. Even you, the sloppy dude who used the men's room before I did.

6 comments:

Erica Hanks said...

We are having the same issue with my 4 year old. If you come up with a happy solution, please share! At least we don't have a puppy!

Anonymous said...

I have three dogs. They poop in the backyard. My son was punished for some wrongdoing a few years ago to two weeks of poop-duty. Trying to be all tough, he said, "I don't mind, this doesn't bother me." Now he does it every Saturday! Two plastic grocery bags full!

Dak-Ind said...

we got a doggy door. well. my mom did. i helped her pick it out, and install it. as for the potty training kid. its been so long since DS #1 and DS #2 is still a long way away. good luck!!

Unknown said...

Been there, done that. It does get better. You havent been to the padded cell,yet.

Anonymous said...

Puppies are tough. I thought I was gonna die doing it all by myself for the first time, but we made it, he and I. He's a great puppy now that he knows how to hold it. :> Now I can get some sleep, but it's been so long since I've actually stayed up that I end up waking up at 5 am anyway. :>

Terry said...

I feel your pain (even outside of Arkansas).

I recently fostered 3 puppies (all into fabulous homes now), and sometimes I wondered just how the three of them produced so much poop and why it all had to be hidden somewhere inside the house.

Yes, hidden. Sometimes you could smell it, but be damned it you could find it.

All found now, I think.