The Poop Dance

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Her nose is to the ground.  She’s sniffing and sniffing and sniffing.  We’ve reached the poop corner.  If she’s gotta go, here she will go.

The pee count is at four.  Billy likes a post dog walk bodily function report when we get home.

I step onto the grass and let the leash out.  I watch as she makes her way around letting her nose lead.  She’s just been groomed so her fresh scent lingers as she circles.  There’s not head whipping so I stand and wait.  Her nose is still to the ground.  She’s sniffing and sniffing and sniffing.  She stops abruptly.  She hears something.  She looks.  Nothing.  Back to sniffing.  I stand and wait.  Thankful for the balmy March temperature.  Suddenly, I see the her head whip to the left.  Sniff.  Whip to the right.  To the left.  Sniff, sniff, sniff.  Whip to the right. Whip. Whip. Whip.  “This is quite the poop dance.” I whisper so as not to disturb her work.  The whipping stops.  She’s back to straight line sniffing, but only for a second.  In no time, she’s back to whip sniffing.  Left. Right. Left. Left.  I watch as her hind legs come forward and she assumes the position and produces the poop she’s been sniffing out.

“How’d she do?”  Billy asks while getting his after work Maci fix.

I give the nightly bodily function report, “Four pees, a grand poop dance, and yes, a poop.”

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8 thoughts on “The Poop Dance”

  1. Maybe you can demonstrate this later. Not quite sure I have the whip sniff clear in my mind. When I read your title, I didn’t think of Maci. I wondered who might be doing a poop dance at your house… or school?!? I like the way you honor Billy and his need for data in this post. Nice post assessment wrap up.

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  2. Wow. I’ve certainly written my share of dog entries, and I certainly couldn’t avoid paying close attention to these rituals, but I never captured it in a slice…usually a plastic bag! I really like how closely you were paying attention, for Billy’s sake, of course. It is a source of wonder. What the heck are they sniffing for? What makes the perfect spot? Or is it all just stalling until they’re ready. I also always wondered if dogs wished they had a bit more privacy.

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  3. Oh my! You’ve captured the process quite vividly! I had to laugh as I thought of my own little Rusty. He crossed the rainbow bridge last year, but your post brought back many memories of his “poop dance!”

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  4. LOL! What a great way to end a crazy and stressful week. The comments posted were as entertaining as the piece. I am babysitting my grandson and grand-pup tomorrow and will be observing both with anew lens.

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