I normally spend the majority of my Saturdays at home and I think that Matilda likes it that way. Today, I was in and out a few times and was gone most of the day. I came home once to change clothes and stepped in a big load of crap. I’m not sure if she was mad at me or if her stomach was upset, but either way, it doesn’t change the fact that Tildy pooped in the house. As I looked down at her and began to fuss, I paused and realized that of all the places in the house she could’ve chosen, she chose to handle her business in the bathroom, on the bathmat, right in front of the toilet. All I had to do was pick up the rug, dump her business in the toilet, and throw the mat in the washer.