So Jake glanced at the sign, walked on by, and I assumed he was heading to the next yard. But he stopped suddenly, turned around, went right up to the sign, took a good look at it, sniffed it just to be sure, and then pooped right next to it.
I could see the wheels turning in his brain. It was like he had a little thought balloon above his head. His reading of the sign?
I’m serious. It’s scary. My dog can read. And follow pooping instructions.