I haven’t written much about it, but since we adopted Luna in March, we’ve had problems regulating her stools. I’ll warn you now that this post is pretty heavy in “potty talk.” I’ll try to be as tactful as I can, but really, it’s hard to tread lightly when talking about poop.
It was totally my fault.
First thing this morning, dear reader, I let Luna out to do her business. I was outside with her, so I know she peed and pooed. As per usual, I fed her about 45 minutes later, after the boys had left for school. While she was eating, I started emptying the dishwasher. After she licked her bowl clean, she immediately pawed at the door. Expecting that she wanted to go out and run around immediately after eating as she has in the past (although that is a big no-no, and I don’t let her – see here to find out why) I told her to wait. Normally, I’d leash her and take her out in order to curtail her running, but I was elbow-deep in dishes, so I brushed her off. She signaled three times. Each time, I told her to wait.
Poor girl. I guess I can cross my name off the list of nominees for Pet Parent of the Year Award. 🙁