secret
For several hours, today I carried a small, plastic jar containing puppy poo in my purse.
The vet wanted a sample for routine testing, but I had some errands to run first. So, everywhere I went, I thought, “I have poo in my purse.”
It was like a special little secret.
Kinda like when I first found out I was going to have a baby. I would walk around all day thinking, “I have a baby growing inside me, and people don’t even know.”
Well, so the poo is not quite that same caliber of secret, but secret just the same.
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That’s awesome.
Poop was the dinner conversation tonight. A friend is potty training her 2 1/2 year old boy. She said, he was 5 for 5… on the floor. Yikes. Are you really ready to go through this all over again? Must be true puppy love.
Remind me to ask before I look for gum in your purse.
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