We came home from a quick trip to Wal-Mart when we turned the corner and our dog-Chopper had gotten into the trash..yet again! He has been doing this since we went on the Chesaw trip this summer and he was around the deer. A freshly killed raw animal will bring out animal instincts, it is only natural. Well, since then occasionally he cannot help pulling the trash out all over the floor and making a huge mess. Tommy and i sigh and start cleaning it up and Faith is off to play in her room. Well, apparently the dog took to going poo in the house as well. (Sometimes I think I might just get rid of him!) He really is a good dog most the time, he rarely ever goes potty in the house when we are gone! Anyhow, Faith must have found this when we were cleaning up the trash because right as we are washing our hands from the clean up Faith walks in with something in her hand and brown on her face and around her mouth. Yes! It is true my little girl ate dog pooh! I think she only took a bite because when she came in she was kinda crying and handing it to us like this is not good! So thus the rushing to the bathroom and washing not only hands and face with a warm soapy rag but also making her say ahhhh and getting the inside of her mouth and her tongue with the soapy rag as well. It was so gross!
Poor kid, I can see it now on the night of her engagement as daddy tells of her eating pooh and asking if this man if he will still be willing to kiss her! :) Luckily I have no pictures on this!