Paul: Hello.
Me: Did the dog go to the bathroom last night when you let him out?
Paul: No, I couldn't even get him to go out.
Me: I'm a little worried because I don't think he has peed or pooped since yesterday morning.
Paul: I'm sure he's fine. Just keep an eye on him and I'll take him to the vet when I get home if I need to.
Second phone call about 20 minutes later..
Paul: Hello.
Me: How do I get dog poop out of the pool?
Our 12 year old, three-legged, mostly senile yellow lab has been having "potty issues" lately. When he decides he has to go, you have about a 30 second window to get him outside. That morning when he finally decided he needed to go he was in a bit of a hurry. As he was hurrying to his favorite "spot", he tripped over the pool scooper that Andrew had left on the sidewalk, and fell into the pool. Between having only three legs and his fear of water that he's had since he was a puppy (good lab, huh?) he panicked and pooped. I got him out before he even got all wet, but the "damage" was done. FYI - dog poop disintegrates when trying to scoop it out of water...
This came less than 24 hours after this scenerio. Andrew and Jacob were playing out in the backyard, when Andrew runs in:
Andrew: Mom, Scout just ate a bunch of leaves and grass and threw up on the sidewalk.
Me: Okay.
About a minute later:
Andrew: Mom, Scout is now laying on top of where he threw up.
Me: Sigh...
I then had to wash off mostly undigested monkey grass off his side, which did not want to come off without the help of my fingers. YUCK, YUCK, YUCK. The things we do for love...
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