Hi, Every Buddy! It's me me me me me, Franklin the Bordernese. I have kinda bad news. Some buddy poopied in the bedroom. Mom got up Thursday morning and found it -- with her foot.
I don't know who poopied. It coulda been me, but I don't remember doing that and I would never poopie in the house on purpose.
You shoulda heard Mom. She asked us if we had gas because the bedroom was stinky. She didn't have her glasses on yet and all of a sudden she let out this aieeeeeearghbleahoooooeeee screamity noise.
I wonder if Mom poopied and made that noise because she wanted to pretend it wasn't her, or maybe she was surprised that she poopied on the rug.
It was gooshy, and it smooshed between Mom's toes.
Yeah. She wasn't happy about it.
There were four piles. Mom cleaned it up. She definitely was not happy.
I love you all, Every Buddy, and I hope you don't have poopie problems.
Franklin the Bordernese