Don't worry, just the dog. I probably shouldn't even be posting right now because I am so angry. Henry has been a little shit since Jesse left, well big shit if I'm speaking literally.
This morning, I could smell poop and dread washed over my body. Sure enough, in Hunter's playroom, right on the new Pottery Barn Kids rug... there was two HUGE piles of dog poop. This is the fourth time Henry has done this since Jesse left.
I have been keeping that door shut, but I must of forgotten last night. Sure enough, more poop. He doesn't poop in the house unless he can poop on that rug. He hasn't had an accident in the last two years... until now. I seriously feel like beating that dumb dog.
Time to take down his picture from the front page of this blog? Hmmmm, right now I am screaming YES!!!! but I know that I am just made from having to clean up 5 pounds of dog poop and I haven't even faced the reality that it might stain.
Jesse might be coming home to a dog free family. ;)