Anyway, the dining room is where she poops. Luckily the, um, released elements tend to be well-formed little marbles all in a neat little pile. We pick them up, dispose of them, and that's that until the next day.
Lately, though, those little piles have disappeared. There are now little brown marbles all over the dining room floor, on account of how our newish puppy, a 5-month-old, 36-pound golden retriever named Lola, likes to play with them.
"Pepe, I see POOOP!"
That's my cue to grab a couple paper towels, head into the dining room, and let her guide me to said poops.
"Thank you, sweetie, you're the best Poop Watcher ever!"
"Hhh-yuhhh!" she says, as if, you know, of course she is.
I'm not sure she'll brag about this little gift she has, the ability to spot little poopies, when she gets older, but she sure is proud of it now. And I just love her for it.