I generally try to use the bathroom adjacent to my bedroom. It’s isolated, has not one but two doors between it and the rest of the house, and Miles tends to stay out of the area to begin with. Sometimes though…well…nature calls.
I was using the downstairs bathroom when Miles came barging in. I barked at him to get out and knock next time and then, once the door was shut, I asked, “Do you need to use it?”
“Yes,” he replied.
“Well you need to wait for me to finish.”
He asked, “Did you poop in there?”
“Yes,” I said. “I pooped. I pooped everywhere. All over everything.”
A moment and then, genuinely, “…can I see?”
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