Dollop Watch

I've been very careful with the dog. I've been taking her out in the middle of the night and the moment I get up (which is often, really very early). This morning, for example, came downstairs, deposited BoyBaby into his chair and went straight out into the garden with Bella (dog), waited in the pissing rain for her to do her business, followed it with a standing ovation. Came back inside, went about my business of getting WonderBoy's uniform ironed, feeding BoyBaby, etc. Popped out the back for two minutes to collect the pushchair from the car, walk back in to find yet another, big, fat steaming dollop by the front door! Why? Where am I going wrong?

Again, this evening, took her out. Waited around. Came back in, chatting away on the phone to my brother when Hubby starts flapping about, yelling about there being a dollop by the front door. For goodness sakes...

I went out at the weekend to clear up the dollops from the grass in the garden, got to about the sixth dollop when I had to come in for a vomit break. I really don't deal with poo well. I need to toughen up.

Anyway, on a cheerier note, my Christmas shopping is almost finished. It's coming on leaps and bounds. Good stuff.