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Molly is my dog.  I love my dog.  We got Molly last April and she has been nothing but amusing.  Well, amusing and a bit of a pain in the ass.  However, pain or not, she has done some things that leave you wondering.

So, in the summer that we got miss molly, we decided that it would be a good time to do some obedience training.  So, we signed up for an obedience class at Petco.  Molly did pretty well, followed the instructions and so on.  However, on this particular day, Molly’s mind was on something else.

Everyone had just arrived to class and the instructor began talking when Molly walked out to the end of her leash toward the center of the room.  The room was only about 10×20 or a bit more.  She looked back at me and I could see that “look” in her eye.  She assumed the position and proceded to take the largest shit that I have ever seen in my entire life.  And can anyone tell me what it is that makes dogs want to make eye contact while they’re doing the deed?  There she is squatted down in the middle of the room leaveing logs big enough to build with and she’s looking at me as if to say “Dad!, Look at how friggin’ big I can make it!”  And she was right, she made it big.  Now most dogs at one point or another drop a turd in obedience class, but this was no turd.  This was Mt. Everest of shits.  If I’d had a camera I would have taken a picture of it just to prove to everyone how much actually came out of her.  AND…. IT….. STUNK!  Again, she must have been shooting for some kind of award.  While most of the dogs have left their owners little presents during the course of the class, most people were courtious and would just stand patiently while the owner apologized and cleaned it up… NOT IN MY CASE!  This polite group of people buried their faces in their shirts, held their noses, gagged, and tried at all costs not to cry from the stentch that entered the room and exited my dog.  Just to give you an idea of the enormity of my task of cleaning the mess.  It took three GROCERY bags (not doodie bags mind you but full sized milk and bread bags) to carry out the load and half a roll of paper towl to…uh…clean the rest.  Finally, after the deed was done and cleaned I came back to class and we could begin.  My dog, who usually bounces off the walls the entire time (literally off the walls, a story for another time) was contentedly snoozing at my feet.  Couldn’t blame her, I’d have been exhausted after passing ten pounds of poo too.