Poop Deck

The other night I was lying peacefully on the bed (ssshhhhh) while my female human was giving the little human a bottle nearby. All of a sudden we heard Penny yelping in the kitchen, her little nails scrabbling for purchase on the linoleum. I jumped down to investigate and she shot past me up on to the bed, right up next to the female human, who looked down and said, "Penny!" And then called for her husband to come get Penny because she was spooked by... her own poop.

Yes, this brain trust had not only gone for a poop in the house, which she knows she's not supposed to do, but when a pooplet got stuck to her booty, it completely freaked her out. I mean, freaked. her. out. She was as scared as she could be. Ha ha ha ha ha ha. It was really funny. Really, really funny. Ha ha ahahahahahahahahahaha. Even the female human started laughing and that was after Penny jumped on the bed WITH POOP ATTACHED.

Fortunately (from the humans' perspectives), the poop was pretty firm and thus easy to clean up, no big deal.

Oh, too much information? Aren't we a squeamish bunch today?

ps - My female human wants to add a note.

Hi, Sassy's audience! Just a note for the human perspective on this. Imagine trying to give your baby a bottle in peace and quiet, so he will drift off to sleep, so much so that you haven't even tried to get one dog off the bed because she's very stubborn (ed. note - Hey!) and you don't want to wake the baby up, and all of a sudden you hear a dog in a frothing panic in the next room and are imagining all kinds of things -- a mouse, a rat, God forbid a snake? And here she comes, a little chubby part-Chihuahua, big eyes even more wild than usual, flying up on the bed to get away from this horror that's terrorizing her... backside. The pooplet came flying off as she reached me and rolled next to me, and I was a little panicked myself at this point because, you know, WHAT WAS IT? All of this while trying to be quiet and calm, mind you, don't forget that. Then I saw that it was POOP. OMG, Penny. So I picked up the pooplet and called A as calmly and quietly as I could and he came and got Penny and the pooplet, and we all moved on. And I don't think Bunny was even that disturbed. That's how good I am. (ed. note - normally I don't go for this sort of conceit, well, in others, anyway, but I have to admit she handled this situation pretty well. Especially given that it was Penny. I think her new name should be OMG Penny. Inflection and all.)