Our life often revolves around poop.
Gwyneth’s poop, it’s frequency, consistency, and volume.
Malcolm’s poop, and whether or not he’s gotten the opportunity for a walk on which he can poop.
Cat poop, and whether Jack is pooping on the bathroom floor in protest because the box needs emptying, or because he’s just a jerk.
And, today, cat poop, and the fact that the dog was eating it.