Potty procrastinator

How would you feel if your four year-old refused to go to the bathroom until she was dancing around like the Tasmanian devil trying to hold it in?

How would you feel if you had just cleaned the bathroom, top to bottom, and the aforementioned four year-old ran in to use the toilet and by the time she got her pants down pooped on the floor instead of the toilet?

And how would you feel if your weimaraner thought the poop was his brunch and gobbled it up while you were dealing with an emotional, screaming child who was both embarrassed and upset that such a thing had just happened to her.

Welcome to Vickey’s day yesterday.

I got an email about it while I was at work. My first thought was gross! My second thought was to wonder what in the world we could do to instill an urgency in our youngin’ to help convince her that if you end up going to the bathroom on the floor because you couldn’t make it to the toilet in time, you’ve waited too long.

Vickey and I are convinced this is an attention ploy (and no, we still haven’t seen the new Pink Panther and his antics and ploys . . . it’s on our list).

Oh, the joys of parenting.

And if you thought this was the first time Tank (our weim) took to the recycled human food, you’d be mistaken. When Ellie was still in diapers she managed to take a soiled one off and smear poop throughout one of our upstairs rooms (we won’t mention which one, so for those of you who don’t know, you won’t be grossed out when you come over to visit). By the time Vickey went in to clean it up, most of it was gone and the dog was lying in the sun, content as could be.

What is it with dogs and eating crap?