We brought home a PUPPY. (No, this is not the low point. It gets lower.)
So now we have a lot of poop. A lot. More than I would think would normally come out of something so small. And no matter how many times I calmly and reasonably explain to our new little furball that the carpet is not his potty, he doesn’t seem to care or understand. Really, all he cares about is chewing and pooping—oh yeah, and nipping at my clothes and tossing little bits of his food around the house. I mean, seriously, he acts like such a BABY. (Insert teenager-style eye roll.)
Any-hoo, after an incredibly unsuccessful day in puppy potty training while I was at work, I have deemed it necessary to use bribery with my children. Don’t judge me—this isn’t new to them. They are fully aware of the inner workings of the bribery system and how it can benefit them. In fact, I try to bribe and/or threaten them daily. It’s all part of my parenting reign of terror.
But I digress. The bribe is this. I am paying for poop. Yes, paying. Green, paper money for little bags of doggie poop. They get $1 for each and every bag of doggie poo they collect. Now, since I didn’t just fall off the turnip truck, I had to place a few stipulations on this little game of ours.
Rule #1—The poop has to come from outside. They can’t let the dog crap on my carpet, then scoop it up and trade it in for $1. The object of this little exercise is to get poochie-poo to go poo-poo outside.
Rule #2—The poop has to come from our dog. This is for a couple of reasons. I don’t really want to collect little blue bags full of large German shepherd and great dane poop or poop from anything else that might be running around our neighborhood, for that matter. Also, I really think the neighbors might find it strange that my kids are running around trying stealthily steal poop from their yards, all with cute little dollar signs glimmering in their eyes. So, we’re limiting it to poop from our dog—sorry, girls.
Rule #3—I don’t actually need to see all the poop. Trust me on this one. You can get each individual poop collection verified by the attending adult in the house at the time. I will repeat this—Please Do Not Place the Poop on the Kitchen Counter for Me to Encounter After a Long Day at Work.
Rule #4—I had to add this rule because one of my girls actually asked me this question for clarification. (But I won’t mention any names, Marissa.) Yessssss, nuggets count. A poop is a poop, no matter how small. Put it in the bag.
Let the money-making begin! (Oh, and girls, please wash your hands. Love, Mom)