Dadmonished

Bow Peep pooped in the entryway yesterday. She NEVER poops in the house. But…

I had been up stairs in the bedroom. As I was leaving the room, I saw two turds sitting idly at the bottom of the stairs (I mean feces, not a couple of obnoxious people). I thought to myself, “hmmm, a quandry.”

We have 3 dogs that are roughly the same size. On any given day, they will have roughly the same poop (consistency, size…you get the picture). So, I was about to really dig into some mad detective skills when I turned around and saw Bow on the stairs. I wish that I had gotten a picture.

Needless to say, she was sheepish. She would not come down the stairs to pass the offending excrement. Also, she would not make eye contact. This is how it went down:

I said, “Bow Peep, did you poop here?” (pointing at the poo).

And she said “Yes, yes I pooped there!” (again, not making eye contact)

and I said, “Bow, sweetheart, why did you poop on the floor?” (trying not to make her pee)

and she said, “DAD DIDN’T LET ME OUT!!!” (with an indignity that only a human teenager could have)

And that was that. So, of course, I went to Blair:

and I said, “Babe, I know that you usually take the sink weiners to work with you, and that you aren’t as use to the Bow peep cues, but, she pooped on the floor in the entryway.”

and Blair said, “How do you know that it was Bow?” (not having seen the performance earlier)

I said, “She told me that she did.”

Blair, “…”

Then I said, “She said that she tried to tell you and that you ignored her so she pooped…in the house, on the floor at the bottom of the stairs.” (a look of disappointment).

And Blair said, “Consider me Dadmonished.” (totally serious)