Sigh!
We came home today and Annabelle had black on her feet and face. She had gotten into the bag of charcoal on the patio! She must have had a great time because it was everywhere and she kept bringing more and more into the house thru the doggie door wanting us to play fetch.


I finally had time to go pick it all up of course, she thought it was play time! I had to fight her for each piece that I picked up. It was dark so I swept it all up, stood the bag up and filled it with the charcoal. When I picked the bag up, every bit of charcoal fell out of the bottom. She had chewed the bottom of the bag too. I finally got it all into the trash can and scanned the darkness for more. I saw one piece laying off the patio in the rocks. I picked it up and tried to focus on it in the dark. I noticed that it looked different, I thought that maybe she had chewed on it. Then my eyes focused enough in the darkness and with the help of the kitchen light, I saw it was Annabelle poop! “what the hell” I said out loud and just put it in the trash. urgh. Now I know why we are made to have babies early. At age 39.923 I am too tired to keep up with her, much less a toddler. She is a handful.