I hear her from the front room. "Uckie!"Oh, no! What did she do? I dried my hands and she was behind me.
"Uckie!" She pointed to the front room.
I followed.
She was not in trouble. The dog was. She showed me the small mess. Now, I feel bad for Sandy, so let me tell you she is a 13 year old yellow lab. Did you hear that? 13 years old. We do not have a doggy door. Sometimes she can't wait until we get home to let her out. She is in a kennel and she is Houdini. We gave up and bought a steam cleaner. Yeah, that bad.
Back to Lacy...she was very proud that she had found the mess and told me about it. She crouched down and watched me clean it up.
I said, "We do not poop on the carpet do we?"
Lacy replied, "No, Uckie!"
"Where do we poop?" This is what I had in mind.
Lacy pointed at her bum and said, "There!"
