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Radio Silence…

…I know, but life is BUSY and I have three kids and grown-up stuff to do.

And now a dog.

A small dog. We call him Ninja. Ninja the Ninja Dog.

He’s a year old, picked up from the pound this week. He’s great with my children, and marvelously nervously twitchy, and a genuinely dapper fellow.

Except for he doesn’t eliminate his bowels (that’s new cool-kid slang for “take a dump”) outside.

He hides in the basement, like a felon.

So currently, I kid you not:

I have the animal strapped literally to my body. His leash is tied to my belt. This is so that there is no possibility he can pull off a stealth ninja poo.

It’s been 5.5 hours since this animal last ate. No poop.

His will is iron. I am stubborn as well, and really digging my heels in on the handling feces issue.

So, basically, I’m writing to keep myself awake long enough so I can see this animal go to the bathroom.

It’s like staying up for Santa, except it really isn’t like that at all. (Unless you had HORRIBLE Christmases as a child, I suppose).

So I thought you all should know my shackled-to-an-animal-awaiting-the-poo status.

That is all. Enjoy your evening.

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