My Reasons

My Reasons

This Is Where It All Begins

This Is Where It All Begins

Thursday, July 16, 2009

The Poop Chronicles

The story begins like this.

For the past few months, every single time I look out our kitchen window in the morning, Chamonix (our dog) is going to the bathroom in "his bush." Lucky for us, he poops in the same spot..away from where the kids play ,but unlucky for me, I happen to see him in action every morning! No wonder, I am never hungry for breakfast.

Then, a few weeks ago, I was driving down the road and I looked out at a house that was pretty far away. I noticed a huge dog in the backyard. In the few seconds I took to look at the dog, it squatted and began to go to the bathroom in the yard.

Then, a few nights ago, Ben and I were driving down the road and we passed by a person walking their dog. Whadda ya know, the dog stops right there and beings to poop!

THEN, I was in Petco this week getting crickets for our frog (yummy!) and a lady was there with her dog. She was shopping, and as soon as I stepped into the isle she was in...her dog pooped on the floor! The lady was shocked, and the workers weren't too keen on cleaning the mess up. For some weird reason, I felt like it was my fault. What on earth!

AND THEN, Chamonix decided to poop in the garage one night. This is very abnormal. Of course, I get to be the one who discovers it and later steps in it. Rock on.

If this isn't weird enough, I had a dream last night that I had to train our frog to run, for a school class. (yeah I know, go ahead and laugh) My frog ended up pooping all over the floor, but it was the size of dog poop! I got an F in the class. I woke up devastated.

I always call my brother Devin, Devie-poo to tease him. In the past few years, it has just been cut down to Poo. I don't call him that to be gross, it is just a name. Like Whinnie the Poo, ya know? He just got home from his mission "Poo" is back. Yet another coincidence? However, he isn't a dog, and most of these have to do with dogs, so maybe not.

Is it a sign? Am I supposed to be learning something from this? Do I need to eat more fiber? Is it time to potty train Sam? What is the deal!

Oh yeah, one more thing. During my pregnancy (just a few months ago) the horrible taste I had in my mouth (for 14 weeks) due to hormones, tasted exactly like dog poop smells! If you don't believe me, go back to the blog post where I mention that my mouth tastes like I ate quarters and dog poop for dinner.

So there you have it folks, any explanations?

Stay tuned for Poop Chronicles #2 (no pun intended)


Deanna said...

that is CRAZY!!!

lori parkhurst said...

Pretty gross! I hate it when I see a dog squat and poop!

Nancy said...

That was a great post. I'm not sure what the meaning is, but it sure is funny.

Maren said...

hey...becky, I think you can view Amy's book closer by clicking on the button in the very tippy top right hand corner...I think only half of the button is showing...try that!

How's your life healing?

Maren said...

becky, I lied....I will try to send you an email link to view Amy's book in large detail...what is your email?