This post is about this little jerk, our dog Lupe (Dupes).

I am only sharing this story because even though I'm normally not a share gross info with everybody on the internet type person, what happened was pretty funny.

It used to be Patrick would walk Lupe in the morning as she seems to not want to do more than #1 with me. As such, and because Patrick already was pretty much the cleaner of our cat's litterbox pre-pregnancy, I have designated him "the poop guy". So since I'm pregnant sometimes I'm not very patient, or I just don't feel good. Today I just forgot, after I let her out to tinkle I forgot to go back out with her mid-day in order to get her to poop. This is all relevant in that we have recently been thrown off our old schedule and are getting used to a new one... but unfortunately today, before this incident, Dupeh had not poo-pehd.

I was bathing Dupes, she had been playing with her pittie friend, fallen in a hot tub, dug a hole and had just generally gone too long without a bath, so it was time. I had called her in the bathroom, gotten her in the tub, finished bathing her and I had managed to towel her off and was going to let her dry off a bit in the bathroom while I took a quick shower myself. I turned away for a few seconds, getting prepared for my own shower and putting up stuff when I turn around and see her pooping in the corner of the bathroom, so close to the wall that she's pooping on it.. I start saying "No! No!" and she stops. I'm naked at this point, about to get in the shower so I can't run her outside to try to finish her business, in case she has any business left to finish. I was hoping maybe she'd be done and I could get my shower in before getting her out to potty. Well, I was wrong and next I catch her trying to go on the bathroom mat, I manage to get her off it but by this point have accepted she's going to go and there's nothing I can do to stop it. I watch as she poops all over our bathroom floor and I just block her from getting back on to the mat. I realize that I don't want her to think she's not allowed to go in the bathroom--of all the places in our house to go the bathroom is where we want her to if she absolutely cannot hold it, much easier cleanup. So I just sit there and talk nicely to her asking if she's done and when she is I go and clean up all the poop before getting in the shower.

I cannot help but feel like this is just a taste of what being a parent is going to be like... because poop happens, you know? And sometimes there's nothing you can do to stop it, it's just going to get everywhere and you're just going to have to clean it up once it's done.

I've come down with a cold and on top of being pregnant this was just not what I needed today. Especially on top of my day yesterday, which I believe I will share about next because I look forward to telling William that story when he's older.