Poop Happens

When I first became a Mom, I knew I’d be dealing with poop. Lots of poop. Diaper blow-outs, missed potty breaks, I was prepared for them. When we got a puppy, I knew we’d be cleaning up poop until he was house trained, and in the yard after that.

What I didn’t know is that same dog, our beloved Spencer, would find another reason for us to clean poop. He likes to roll in it. I don’t know why he does it, but it’s disgusting.  He usually does this first thing in the morning so that I’m struggling to give him a bath while getting the kids off to school.

Today is Saturday, though. As soon as he came inside this afternoon, there was the telltale sign…the odor.  Luckily, I had cheap child labor home today, so I took pictures, instead (through the door, of course).

“I am not pleased about this…”  For a dog that is half yellow lab, he does NOT like water.  There is no way to hold him, or give him a bath in a tub, so his leash gets clipped to the back deck, and we attack with the hose. Yes, it’s cold water, but it’s his own fault.

I love that I caught him in an action shot, and got this great view of his Yoda ears

“Ok, I’ve had about enough of this”

And since The Boy got tired of me taking pictures through the window, he decided to get his own revenge on me.

And for now, we have a clean dog…at least until the next time.