In the following entry I shall replace the phrase dog poop with the word flowers.

I woke and went down into L1R1 Sunday morning like I normally do most mornings. Shortly after I sat down at my computer Dottie, our dane, walked up. This was out of character for Dottie. Usually she’s the last one out of bed. With both Courtney and Sid still sleeping I couldn’t help but wonder what got Dottie up so early. She looked at me, mumbled a bit and was wagging her tail profusely. I put two and two together and let her out. When she came back to the door she and I went back to the bedroom.

I laid down on the bed. Dottie stood by the door, not laying down. She started groaning a bit and continued the crazy tail wagging. Sid woke up and was stirred into a tizzy by Dottie’s anxiety. So I moseyed both dogs outside again, where Dottie dropped some kids off at the pool. She had now done both deeds, we were set for some nappytime.

Back in the bedroom again Dottie would not lay down on her bed. She continued to stand at the foot of our bed moaning and groaning about something. I was all out of guesses to what this dog was trying to tell me until I looked at her bed. A dark spot was on her bed. I investigated and discovered a few flowers on her bed. Dottie has never had any problems with flowers in the house. I cleaned them up and told her to lay down.

No go. This dog was smart. There was no way she was going to lay down where she had just put two flowers. Now I was stuck. Confused, I woke Court for some advice with the situation. Court suggested throwing Dottie’s other bed on top of the flower-soiled one. It was such a good idea that Dottie was finally convinced to lay down on her bed.

So it is true. Dogs don’t sleep where they poop.