#2

I know when it's coming.  Maybe a little discomfort in the tummy area.  At the end stages, a little sweat down the buttcrack.  That usually means it's time to go.

Molly woke me up the other day panting.  I thought she might want something to drink so I let her out of my bedroom and took her to her water bowl.  That wasn't the case.  It was kind of odd that she was up at 4:30 in the morning, well before we usually get up.  So I coaxed her back under the covers and rubbed her until we both fell back asleep.

Poor girl.  When we got up and I took her outside she took the biggest Hershey Squit I've ever seen her do.  I looked at the Pick N Save bag in my hand and knew it was no match for the mound of chocolate pudding she left in my neighbor's front yard.  There was nothing for me to do but kick some snow over the pile of Jello pudding and walk on.

And to think, after six years of living together, I've never been given the "I gotta shit" signal from my dog.

And I just described her poop with three food-like substances.  Enjoy.