Rocco, the pug, ran into the new neighbours’ house (they just moved in yesterday) and pooped on their floor. Welcome to the neighborhood!
Welcome Wagon!

Rocco, the pug, ran into the new neighbours’ house (they just moved in yesterday) and pooped on their floor. Welcome to the neighborhood!
“I took a dump on mom’s chest while she was napping.”
Ollie, who has always been good at putting his…artwork…in the proper receptacle, surprised us today with an abstract brown painting on the bathroom floor. The museum curators (his mom and dad) were not amused.
My frenchie Rambo farts all the time. So I didn’t think much of it when we were enjoying a snuggle on the couch and he let it rip. Little did I know until I stood up that I got more than I bargained for, in the form of a greasy poop stain on my pants.
Four-pound Angel decided to utilize the cream-coloured micro fibre couch as her own personal toilet, burying the evidence under the throw blanket. And then mommy sat on it…
House training is still a work in progress.
I pooped in the conference room. Again.
The Moose is a 2 year old terrier mix rescue. He comes to work at our production company but he doesn’t always behave. His favorite is finding a quiet spot and pooping in it.
We had friends over for the Army-Navy game on Saturday. A few of us were in the kitchen. Napoleon must have been too excited and couldn’t hold it. He didn’t ask to go outside because it was cold and there was still snow on the ground, so…he just decided to poop on the kitchen rug while 4 of us were in there and didn’t see it happen.
I rolled in crap and have the nerve to act angry when my Dad is giving me a bath.
-Sam
I EAT POOP! It’s like ice cream to me. Mom hates when I help myself to my brothers’ soft serve machines. She said fresher is NOT better. -Clover-