This morning was just like every day.
Normally, I get up, take the dog out to pee/poop, feed the dog, get dressed/ready, take her outside again for another round of pee/poop, and then finally putting her in the crate. This is my routine. Lucky me!
But... this morning something was off!
I get up, take the dog out to pee/poop, only she peed. That's it. OH NO! Schedule and routine thrown off!!! I take a breather, bring Brandy in and tell myself... hey don't worry, she will poop on the 2nd bathroom trip. Boy was I confident! So, I go get ready for work... as I brushed my teeth, I felt funny. Yeah, I always... I mean ALWAYS have this knack of knowing something is wrong. Kid, relationship, pet, whatever, I can tell something is off! Yeah, I was born with a 6th sense! :) Anyhoo, as I was saying, I felt funny. I began to panic... so I rushed to finish the teeth thingy, and the minute I walked out of the bathroom.... I caught a whiff of this familar stinky smell. OH NO, OH NO!!! So I run in the living room...
There it was!! A lovely brown pile of a small mountain! Fresh and hot! My gift from Brandy dear! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
Lesson Learned. Poop must on first trip! Force if have to! :)