My sister Patty Dannel Taylor visited from back home in Mississippi in November to help us pack and move. In the midst of setting The Blissful Dog's new offices up she opened a container and asked, "What's in here? Potpourri?" and spilled it all over the place. "Uh, no, it's Money's ashes."
She looked SO horrified I have not had it in me to publicly tease her. But, it's been a while, so let the teasing begin. CH. Jackpot! Money, Money Money, CGC, ROM was a truly kind-hearted gentle dog, so I feel sure Money is sitting on the Other Side rolling his eyes and laughing!
Since I am all about being politically correct (and hating spam-bots), I moderate comments
Dude, he means no disrespect.
It’s a basic tenet of the Dudeist ethos to just say “$#%^ it.” Your Dudeist dog is probably too much in the zone to be bothered by something as chill-busting as going all the way outside to poop. As long as he doesn't poop on the carpet that ties the room together, it's all good.
For over 25 years I have shared my life with French Bulldogs. Yep, way before they were popular and the ubiquitous, go-to darling of media, I have had snorting, snoring little fat Frenchies. While they have many wonderful, endearing traits, there is one aspect of life with Frenchies that is not so much fun. They can be hard to house train.