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Nibbler's gone home. We'll miss her. Well, mostly... I won't miss her favourite game: hide-n-go-poop.

She's too small and delicate to go outside. She's supposed to use these potty pad things. And she does. For peeing. I think she's decided that pooping on them would be indecorous or indelicate or unladylike or something. She prefers to poop in more [ahem] discrete places. You know, behind things or under things.

Either fortunately or unfortunately (depending upon one's point of view), teeny-weeny poops make big, big smells.

We'd be sitting there and all of a sudden the room would be filled with the most noxious fumes since The Dog Whose Name Means Marijuana last visited. It's interesting to note that they're sisters. Hmmm...

Anyways... Noxious fumes... You know there's a poop to contend with, but now you've got to find the poop. Hurray! What a fun game!

On a related note, Cute but Kind of Evil has actually written in her blog. Why is it related, you ask. Read for yourself.

On a vaguely related note, I got another google hit. Nobody ever finds me by googling porn in spite of the frequency of which the word porn appears on this site. Mostly, people find me by searching for 'stewie maxim interview'. I haven't got it, but it is funny. I got a new google hit yesterday: poopooheads. Cool.