This will be the last of the Let’s Talk About Poop Baby series, and my apologies in the form of “neener, neener” to those who thought the previous entry was the end of this poopapalooza because I covered all my pets. If you’re wondering if this one is about MY poopage, you can relax. It’s not.

Both Brandy and Foster suffered from coprophagia a few years ago – they would search for dog poop and eat it. Brandy was an occasional snacker but Foster had an especially bad case, where he would finish pooping and turn around to chomp on it. A lot of times he would forget about chomping part for a few seconds because he’s too eager to get back to pestering Brandy without wasting a nanosecond. So I would strive to get to his poopage within that time, but Foster would hurry back to it racing with me to get there before me, the race, of course, he won half the time. Only half the time because the other half of the time I managed to get there before he finished pooping. I’ve tried all kinds of different products out there to stop this as well as other things recommended by the vet and others to no avail. I don’t have any pictures of any of them eating poop because are you kidding? I was busy getting there to stop them.

Fortunately, this disgusting habit discontinued within a couple of days of their diet change to RMB diet. Still, after successfully attacking Foster getting out of his pooping stance, Brandy habitually runs and smells Foster’s poop, cause you just HAVE TO smell the fresh poop every time it’s produced. Then she looks at me and waits until I get near the poopage as if she’s making sure I know where the poop is situated, then trots off. She does this whenever she finds some poop that I missed because somebody pulled a sneak-a-poop routine where they sneak in their business while I occupy myself with scooping another’s poop or obsessing with rabbit poo search or just spacing out. I use this habit of Brandy’s to my advantage when I can’t find the poopage in the dark or in the fall where there are a lot of leaves on the ground to camouflage the poopage: I’d see somebody pooping, and by the time I walk over to that area, that said somebody’s already licking herself somewhere else, and I’d fail to find the poopage. When that happens, I call to Brandy to that area and say “Find the poop!” And most of the time, she starts sniffing and finds it, and looks up at me, at which time I praise her lavishly. I should train her harder to be the poop search dog or something. I wonder if there’s any need for such a dog?

This concludes Let’s Talk About Poop Baby series. No doubt poop will be mentioned in other posts in the future, and I hope now you’ll have the visuals to go with the future poop discussions. I’ve enjoyed immense satisfaction writing this series except maybe the one about Georgia’s poopage. Hope you enjoyed reading it.