A Lesson in Potty Training

A friend of mine, we will call her Fern, wanted to share an adventure she recently encountered with her 19-month old daughter and her dog...

"Sunday night I gave my daughter a bath and afterwards she was "air drying" around her room while I was getting her clothes ready for the next day. I turned around to see what she was into and she had that look on her face, you know the one...contemplating with a touch of strain. And then next thing I know she dropped a bomb right on the carpet. I ran over and grabbed her and ran her to the potty to finish her business and then cleaned her up. I grabbed an extra wipe to clean up her room and when I got there I looked around and couldn't find it. I looked under the dresser and the chair, no where. Then it hit me, I looked at the dog and she had that "Huh?? What??" look. I pried her mouth open and tried to smell for residual poo but all I could smell was baby wipe. What is a mother to do with no one else in the house to help with the doodie duty? Answer: What any other "sane and rational" person would do. Grab the dog, give her a bath, brush her teeth like you have never brushed them before, and shove multiple dental treats down her throat! The joys never end, do they??"

Thanks for sharing my Fern!