Lola had to sit us down and have a heart-to-heart chat this weekend. The conversation went something like this:
"Mama. Papa. This constant talk and grading of my poop has got to stop. I'm a puppy. All my poops won't be A+ but don't worry.Yes; you don't know if I ate that stick or swallowed that bug when you had your eyes off of me for 30 seconds but it's all cool. I got it under control."
We hear you Lola. We hear you.