“Caitey, what did you do?” I questioned looking at a big lump of poop she had made. Caitey was my Golden Retriever puppy. Her “innocent” eyes just stared at me, she looked exactly like a witch. I called my family over and heard gasps coming from everybody.
“Gross!” My sister exclaimed. We were all pop-eyed. The smell coming from the tan-brown lump of stool was musty and smelled of something rotting. The red-brown floor which used to be glossy now was a private bathroom. My dad quickly ran to the kitchen and got out the cleaning supplies. He first used a bag to clean up the mess. There were little smudges of the poop here and there. The Brazilian Cherry floor looked terrible. Only what my father did next made it look better. He sprayed the disinfecting spray onto the floor and wiped the floor clean. Finally, it looked better. There was always a loophole with Caitey.
“What if she goes again in the house?” My mom questioned. My father’s face lit up. I could almost see the light bulb above his head. He ran to the basement and took out this Chinese gong. It worked perfectly with Caitey. She soon learned to ring it whenever she needed to go.
