Funny story.
As you know, Bao's constipation has been an issue. (I almost cancelled the whole Denver thing) Happily, our veternarian solved the problem. The prescription was a tablespoonful of pureed pumpkin every day. Of course, getting Bao to accept the pumpkin was something of a challenge. I ended up buying packets of thin-shaved turkey slices, and wrapping the pumpkin in them. Little packets of yummy. Don't laugh. It works.
But I've certainly been paying attention to what does -- or doesn't -- come out. And on our last day in Denver, when nothing came out, I was concerned. What should I do? Metamucil? Milk of Magnesia?
However, the next morning at our Durango motel, all systems turned out to be go, and I was happy, and relieved.
"Good boy!" I said, as if he'd just laid golden eggs. "What a good boy! Oh! and here's another little poo! What a nice little poo! Bao is such a good boy!"
It was at this point that I realized half a dozen people were standing there staring bemusedly at us. Staring at me, actually. I almost started to explain about the constipation, but then I thought, I'm just not going there.
So I smiled, and scooped the poop, and kept walking.