Sam poops in the basement when it rains. It doesn’t matter how long I stand outside with him, or whether or not he’s wearing his raincoat, he always poops inside. It makes me furious and I have to really dig into my psyche to find patience with him.
I don’t want to stand out in the rain either, Sam, and I certainly don’t want to come inside only to pick your poop off of the concrete floor. Grass is for pooping. Dogs can get wet. Mommies shouldn’t have to spend the entire morning worrying about your rainy-day bowels.
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And he’s big enough that putting down a wee pad would be useless because for Sam, aiming for that when dropping a deuce would be like a 1940’s bomber plane trying to hit a postage stamp.
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, So true.