So, here’s a funny Buddy story. For whatever reason, Buddy likes to join me in the bathroom when I’m, um, taking care of business. What’s weird to me is that wherever he might be in the house he hears and recognizes the sound of the toilet seat being dropped. I sit down and he comes running. I’m not sure what the attraction is–getting his head rubbed or the smell. Anyway, I’m never lonely when I purge the poop.

A few days ago Buddy wasn’t feeling well. I discovered this when I noticed that one of the rugs in my bathroom was all askew. When I straightened it out I saw that Buddy had left a pile of diarrhea on the rug, then apparently tried to cover it up. He did the same thing in my helper’s bathroom. It was hard to get mad about it, I mean, when you gotta go you gotta go, especially if you have the runs. I was actually kind of impressed that he knew that the bathroom was the place to do this kind of business. He’s a smart dog! Now if I can just teach him how to use the toilet.

Sorry for the crappy post. That’s all I have today.