February 9, 2013. Dog Shaming. This picture is dedicated to Nicky. =) Khayla and I were babysitting Izzo for the weekend and at one point opened our front door so Izzo could run the length of the terrace and anywhere else he wanted inside the apartment while we were playing. The first few minutes were great. He was running excitedly, fetching his cloth Frisbee toy and generally having a good time. Then, as we were playing he started barking. We took this as a sign of his excitement and appreciation for the game, but then all of a sudden mid-run Izzo poops. Just plain run-squat, poop. Khayla and I were shocked. We looked at each other, then down at Izzo who had then made his way over to the table and sat down, clearly very embarrassed. For the next few minutes he just sat there looking at us with such a sad, "I'm so, so sorry" expression. Then it got us thinking. Was he really thattt into our game? or once he started barking was he really just trying to tell us he needed to poop? |
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