Admittedly, it's not quite stock-ticker-worthy, but almost.
Puppy poop. For the last month, its quanity, quality and over-all appearance has completely usurped our lives.
We discuss frequency. Consistency. We coax and encourage. Chastise and reward. I've even tried engaging the little guy in "strenuous" activity -- including chasing the rubber tire, running after the orange, fuzzy worm and doing laps around the back-yard quadrant -- to see if it would lead to ... something.
Sometimes we spot pieces of bathroom drywall. Mostly it's just salmon-and-rice flavored dry food -- but the other day I realized he's not that good at digesting sliced carrots. Or slippery mushrooms.
Stay tuned. Giraldo is next.