It's crazy how fast you revert to baby-talk when you get a puppy.
Puppy go poo-poo... as if having a shit is a noteworthy endeavour. And I guess it is if you're a one year old... or a one year old Italian mastiff puppy.
For the puppy, it's nice when they take their shit outside. Bruno has been decorating the yard with his poo-piles for almost two weeks now. It'll be just great when the great unveiling comes in the spring, when all the snow melts and you realize the scale of a winter's worth of dogshit on your lawn.
So, overall I'd say there's a pretty shitty prognosis for the whole dog thing.
But then again, you won't get the love if you can't take the shit.
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