Today, around 9 am, I received the following e-mail from my mother:
“Yesterday morning Bijou pooped a sock…one of Scotty’s. It came right out of her butt shaped like a poop. It was the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen. When I told Becky Smith about it, she said her brother’s dog pooped a ziplock bag, but it only came half-way out so he had to pull it the rest of the way out.”
I was literally taking a sip of my morning coffee at the time that I read this e-mail, but rather than completely gross me out, it actually made me kind of nostalgic for my sweet puppies. Sure, they kill animals in the yard and drag them in the house. They climb up on the kitchen table and drink your entire cup of coffee when you’re not looking. They eat inanimate objects and poop them out in inopportune places. But look at their little faces! These kinds of things might deter some folks from wanting a dog, but for me, it only fuels my desire to adopt.
A couple months ago, I received a similar e-mail from my mom, only this one with a picture attached:
Apparently, Zoe had pooped my brother’s initials in the driveway. Woot!
I think that if you can genuinely delight in the pooping habits of your mom’s pets, then you just might be cut out for dog adoption.
Humane society, here I come!