Another Poop Story (So anonymous, who is so put off by poop stories, you can stop reading now)

Sometimes Mark thinks he is so smart. This past week he used his superior brain power to try and beat our dog at her own game. I think it pretty much ended in a draw. In fact, I think the dog might have actually proved her point better.

As you may know, our little dog Sasha, likes to poop and pee in Mark's shower (Yes, Mark has his own shower. I got tired of trying to wash up every morning in a swamp). Anyway, last Thursday Mark took a stab at outsmarting the dog. He closed the door to his bathroom so she couldn't go in there and drop a load. I don't know exactly what Mark thought she was going to do. I guess he figured that when she went trotting off to the bathroom with a magazine tucked under her arm, and realized she couldn't get in, that she'd find me and announce her need to go. That, she did not do. What she did do was walk through the house to my bathroom, then poop, and pee in front of my toilet (She's short and apparently couldn't actually get up on the toilet).

So instead of having a small mess to clean up in his shower, Mark had a much bigger mess to clean up in my bathroom. That's because Mark had a visitor from Chicago that evening who had to use the toilet. The visitor walked into the bathroom, stood in front of the toilet, and then turned on the light. Of course when he flicked on the light, he didn't immediately realize he was standing in dog shit. Because he had to feel around for the light switch and because he had done a few other things before he looked down, it was every where.

Sasha now has full access to Mark's bathroom. She has her own little roll of toilet paper, a rack with back issues of Dog Fancy Magazine, and a nice spray can of room deodorant in delicious bacon flavor. Smart girl.