Let’s Talk About Poop Baby III: Brandy

Brandy is a shy pooper. She finds a spot as far from me as possible, looks at me to see if I’m looking, and assumes the position only when I look away from her. She always starts with her back towards the audience, but she’s also a walk-around pooper. She makes little steps while pooping, and because of her efforts to to see if her poop is coming out safely without getting hurt by turning her head around, she walks in a spiral.

After Foster came, Brandy developed another habit. Foster, of course, didn’t let Brandy poop in peace. It’s just not in his nature. He would “attack” Brandy EVERY SINGLE TIME she assumed the position, which of course pissed the living daylights out of Brandy. Worse, he would “attack” her while she’s in the midst of the process, the turd half way out, in which case she had to just helplessly take it. Sometimes Foster would start running towards her and Brandy would see him coming – I could see the panic in her eyes, and push with all her might, and at the very last minute she would take off with that last piece of poopage flying out of her ass making a nice trajectory of a few feet.

Oh, don’t get me wrong, I tried to contain Foster. But it was when he still did not listen to me, and when Brandy is pooping, he could see or hear nothing else. How could he, if you think about it? He sees this great opportunity to jump helpless Brandy and be the annoying cute little brother he could. How could he possibly have any cells left in his teeny little head to register anything other than the picture of him successfully pester the crap out of Brandy, quite literally I might add.

Now that I can call off Foster and make him stay, Brandy very cleverly runs over to the farthest spot of her choosing when she sees Foster not too far away from me, then she looks at me and waits. I call to Foster, who eagerly runs to me and sits and scratches me raw repeatedly gives me a paw repeatedly and tries to lick some part of me, ANY part of me: touch me, stroke me, rub my belly, scratch my ear, how about my butt, pet me, scratch my neck, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh? When the containment of Foster is satisfactory for Brandy, only then she proceeds with her pooping.

On a side note, Brandy hasn’t forgotten or forgiven Foster for his lack of basic manners regarding pooping process. So she started taking revenge by doing exactly the same thing to Foster what he did to her long time ago. Luckily for Foster, Brandy, as I stated many times before, is so fiercely loyal to me that after calling her off and making her stay right next to me a couple of times, she now looks at me whenever Foster sniffs around for the spot to poop. Then I signal her to come, and she comes with her eyes fixed intensely on Foster, and stays right next to me until Foster breaks out of his pooping stance, at which time she flies off after him.