Stepping in dog poo is usually a precursor to a bad day.. But when this girl diverts two metres off course, just to STOMP on dog poo (because it’s ‘in her way’), it’s a pretty good indication that there is about to be some serious threenage wrath unleashed.
Tears all the way home because she didn’t want to leave Nanny and Puppa’s house; refusing to get out of the car when we got home; refusing lunch because it was lunch and not a snack; demanding the blue bowl instead of the green; having a meltdown because I addressed her by her actual name, and not ‘Josh’ from Grandpa in My Pocket; spending a good chunk of the afternoon on timeout for numerous offences, before FINALLY falling asleep.
Oh yeah, and then I burnt tea.
Moral of the story – pick up after your dog.