Dog Poop

Yes, the unthinkable.

We have an old dog that is beginning to experience bowel incontinence every now and then. So today I found one chunk of poop in the living room ... just one. I thought that odd because usually I find 3-4 chunks when this happens. Oh look! Here's another one on her bed mat. OK, that seemed better although I would have thought I'd find more.

I did what I had to do and moved into the kitchen to put clean dishes away. Lo and behold ... there in the clean corning ware sat 2 big chunks of dog poop. Now I know the dog didn't put it there. The mere idea that Lizzie had found them, picked them up with her bare fingers, and placed them in the dish was abhorring to me because I am certain she didn't wash her hands afterwards. My first instinct was to scream and rant, "What are you thinking?" Then I remembered ... she isn't! Lizzie's brain cells are dying, and so she has minimal if any common sense. She would never in a million years do something like that before AD crept into her world. She would have called me. "Twin Sister," she would have said. "Hazel pooped in the house." Today she never said a word about it.