When talking about dog poo, I cannot NOT talk about Georgia since she’s a fear pooper dating back to her traumatic “puppyhood” if you could call it that. But I cannot make a lighthearted post about it and make fun of it either cause, you know, it’s just wrong. So I’m afraid this entry is going to be somewhat boring and maybe even a bit depressing, for all of which, I apologize.

The rescue listed Georgia as a special needs dog, not because she’s missing a leg, but because of her behavior, a big part of which was her fear pooping. Having not had any human interaction except seeing her owner throw food on the ground in her direction, she was naturally terrified of people, ANY people, and she pooped out of fear whenever she saw or heard one approaching or moving around her. That’s not the only reason for her fear pooping, but this post will get just too damn long if I go through Georgia’s poop history and its development in as much detail as in the previous installments.

So after I got her, Georgia’s pooping process in the beginning was that of constant mushy poopage plus anal glands, the sweet mother of all glands in my opinion, and if you disagree, you haven’t taken a whiff of the aroma yet. Whenever she saw me, or heard people upstairs, or heard cars driving by, or a anything unfamiliar, she pooped, which is to say she pooped constantly until she had nothing left in her to squeeze out each day. Since she was terrified of going outside, she used wee-wee pads for peeing, but her pooping was mostly done anywhere she happened to be when she got scared for some reason. But slowly she got better and started using the wee-wee pads for poop, and even tried to get to wee-wee pads when she got scared.

After moving to our current place, and once I put up 6ft privacy fence all around the backyard, I let her outside and got rid of wee-wee pads. She only had one accident inside the day I got rid of wee-wee pads, not counting the fear pooping when strangers visit. These days, she poops out of fear only when she sees strangers or we go outside of our realm to go to the vet and such, which is not often.

Now onto her current regular pooping habit. She’s a no nonsense pooper. She hops (having one front leg, she usually hops rather than trots) to a spot, sniffs around hopping back and forth a couple of times, assumes the position, does her business with her eyes fixed on me most of the time because she hates not having me within her view. After she’s done, she runs to me as fast as she can with the biggest smile on her face to present me with her butt to be scratched because she knows she’s done something that deserves the highest praise possible in the form of butt scratches. This she learned from me since one of her foster mom had a husband who didn’t like having a “stupid” dog pooping inside all day, and naturally she used to get even more scared once she pooped. So I praise her lavishly whenever she did her “regular” pooping as opposed to fear pooping. I think that’s why she poops in a few small installments a day rather than pooping once a day, just to get more lovin’ on her butt.