Last night, Bella ran into the back door when she slid on the doormat after going potty . She was going nuts and was trying to rub her butt on the ground.
I knew exactly what this meant: She had poop stuck on her little hiney. Every now and then she accidentally eats my long hair and a piece of her poop hangs off her butt on a strand of my hair. And then I have to pull out the turd with my hand and a paper towel.
Yes, all of this is too graphic, but I just wanted you to know how much I love Bella. And that this dog would never survive on her own.
Also, The Hubby would never be capable of doing it himself. Silly man.