You can’t read dog blogs for long without coming across discussion of poop.
And then we apologize for finding it funny or a cause for stress.
But here’s what’s going on. We think, talk, and write about poop because we love our dogs.
Let me explain.
Our dogs can’t talk to us. They can’t tell us their new food makes their tummy feel funny. And if Honey could have told us the squeaky she swallowed three months before she got sick was finally moving through her intestine, we could have saved hundreds on diagnostic x-rays and ultrasounds and just scheduled emergency surgery.
So what do we do? We look to the poop.
Is it more or less than usual? How’s the color? Does it pass easily? How easy is it to clean up?
It must be love. Because what else could have us considering such a gross subject?