November 9th 2012 10:03 am
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Some things change with age. My sphincter muscles are one of those things. Sometimes I am walking along and oops, there is a steamy present for whoever wants it. I sure don't! I scurry away from it as fast as I can.
On the whole, everyone seems pretty understanding. After all, it's not every day I drop one. Although on other days I have been known to make more than one deposit. Mom #2 fusses sometimes. On occasion she even raises her voice and I run for the closet. Dad only gets upset when he steps in my offering. I don't let it bother me too much, though. I do try to go outside in time to make my solid oblations in the yard, but hey, I am 15. That, for those counting at home, is roughly 105 in dog years. I sure hope I don't look that old!
I have now been dubbed Ivy, the poopy dog. Ughhh!
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