I can feel for you. My Maltese Jack (may he rest in peace) would eat poop if I didn't catch him, wait awhile and then run to me, stand in my lap and yak it all over my shirt. EVERY TIME.
OH, just now hubby just announced from his under his blankie in the recliner that "the puppy's pooping!!!!" I got up, picked up the puppy and the poop, took the pup outside for him to piddle.
Life is Good!!! |