The Bane of My Morning Existence…
Friday, November 16th, 2007
Poop time. It can take HOURS. I scream. I cuss. I count. I rail. I badger. I chase. I threaten.
Then, miracle of miracles, when he FINALLY goes, I praise his little fluffy ass to the skies and give him a treat. I’ve been doing this for years–you’d think he’d catch on. 
