This is a story from one of the members of our email group, she is an amazing person and I’m very proud of her for sharing this one.
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A couple of weeks ago I was in the upstairs bathroom having a poo. It’s a fairly big bathroom with plenty of room for all of the bathroomy things including a big shower enclosure.
We have a large German Shepherd and just as I was in the middle of wiping my bum, he happily came into the room with muddy feet and went straight into the shower cubicle which is just about at arm's reach from where I was sitting.
I could see the muddy soup he was making in the shower tray and really didn’t want him to go paddle around on the sofa which I know he likes to do.
So just after my first wipe, still holding the loo paper, I quickly leaned down to pick up a dog towel and called him to come to me.
Just as I did that, I have no idea how, but a pea-sized lump of (my) poo flew from my piece of toilet paper, all the way across the room, past the shower, and landed on the door about two feet up.
It sat there for a few seconds and then slowly started to slide down the door leaving a shiny trail.
I quickly carried out the second wipe and ran across the room to wipe it off but the dog beat me to it.
All I can say is that I didn’t need to wipe it off the door, and still two weeks later I feel a bit sick.
It was disgusting when he used to eat his own poo as a puppy but this is altogether different.
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I suppose the dog now feels that he knows her a little better!
