WARNING: The following post is not for the faint hearted.
We are currently potty training at our house, without much success. We may or may not have had a turd on the floor. Upon returning from the toilet said turd may or may not have been missing and the dog may or may not have been responsible for alleged missing turd.
If you visit Casa de Daniels, if I were you I wouldn't kiss the dog.
The Brits would call my current job status a "Lady of Leisure," but entertaining, educating, feeding, cleaning, cheauffering, and loving these little guys is anything BUT leisurely. But I wouldn't give it up for the world.