Big dogs, little dogs, all dogs poop; ideally, outdoors, somewhere you can easily collect and dispose of it. Somedays aren’t ideal.

This morning, Zorro, our 7-pound Chihuahua, ate his breakfast and, before I could take him outdoors, he deposited his little pile of poop on one of our Oriental carpets. Fortunately, he returned to me and guided me to the location so I would know where it was. So, I would not step in it accidentally. So, I would collect it and clean the carpet. So, there would be no sign of his “accident” for anyone, especially Mom, to see, or smell, or step in it.

Fortunately, Zorro much prefers to poop outdoors. He doesn’t like poop in his living space, and he knows neither do I.

Not to anthropomorphize but, tangentially, my Zen Mindfulness teacher, Thich Nhat Hanh, has a short poem about “using the toilet” which goes like this:

“Defiled or immaculate, increasing or decreasing – these concepts exist only in our mind. The reality of interbeing is unsurpassed.” See https://beherenownetwork.com/thich-nhat-hanhs-gathas/

Here’s today’s haiku: Shit Happens

Your shit is my shit

together we will manage it:

thanks for the heads up

Fortunately, Zorro rarely poops in the house. You can be assured; I will be very attentive to help him avoid future “accidents.”

For more information on this topic see https://www.whole-dog-journal.com/training/house_training/how-to-handle-your-dogs-accidents-in-the-house/