In the Saddle

Speaking of puppies…

…this is the post wherein I discuss my dog’s poop.

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So Jess has a little bit of a cold or cough or something. She’s been coughing and just slightly tired and off. We’re gonna take her to the vet, don’t worry…but so, for the last couple nights, she’s been waking up at odd hours, wanting to go out, wanting to play, etc. Last night, she got up at around 5am and was kind of schmying around the bedroom. We kept telling her to go back to bed, which usually works, but this time, she would run back to her bed and hover around it. She wouldn’t get in. So finally I got up to see what the deal was and there it was….a tiny little poop in there. Jessa was just looking at me with this kind of, “Mommy, I had an accident” type face…head down, eyes up…and I melted. Poor little thing. So I cleaned it up, put the cushion in the washing machine, and up Jess went on our bed for the rest of the morning. She curled up in the crick of my knees (which was comfortable for the first hour, but God forbid I move and disturb my dog!) (a reason for her not to sleep in bed all the time) and slept away. My sweet girl.

If this isn’t a precursor to kids, I don’t know what. Seriously.