It never fails that the moment I say something about how Scout is doing a knock-out job in the world of potty training, it all gets shot to hell.

Every time, I think I’ve learned my lesson.  I say something, she goes to the bathroom in the house.  It’s like a law of physics.  But I have apparently NOT learned my lesson.  Take today for example, when potty training karma was working at top-speed.  I told my dad on the phone today that Scout always goes to the bathroom outside when she’s at home.  (This is a stark contrast to this weekend, when we were at Zack’s parents house and she NEVER NOT ONCE went to the bathroom outside, instead always choosing to go to the bathroom on the ONLY CARPET IN THE HOUSE, my in-law’s living room rug.  SERIOUSLY.  HOW DO THEY KNOW?  Now, my mother-in-law is both a gracious woman, and a total dog-lover, and so she didn’t mind that my “wittle puppy doesn’t know better, does she? nom nom nom.”  But. I know better.  But that’s beside the point.)

The point is, that I told my dad about our weekend with the dog, oh, about 3:30 this afternoon.  At 5:00 when I got home from work, Zack was carrying the dog blanket from inside the kennel to the backyard, to remove the rather large deposit that she’d left in the cage.  The still warm, steaming deposit.  The deposit that I’m so very sure she deposited because the little dog-devil landed on her furry left shoulder and told her that I’d told my dad about how awesome she was doing at home, and THEREFORE, she MUST go to the bathroom in the ONE PLACE that dogs are supposed to NEVER GO.  There is no other explanation for why she went to the bathroom in her cage.  No reason outside her obviously overwhelming need to prove me wrong in every possible instance.

Heaven help me, I will only complain about my dog from now on, lest we have to clean up steaming piles for the REST OF OUR LIVES.

In other semi-related news, we have approximately 10 squares of toilet paper left in the house.  Last time we went to the store I said, “Do we need TP?” “No,” responded Zack confidently. He was Confidently Incorrect.