Just two days ago Tom took Agnes out to tee-tee in the morning. She didn't do what she normally does and run out to do her thing. Instead, she stopped dead in her tracks at the door and bent down to sniff the DOG POOP on our doormat. Good thing she stopped to sniff otherwise Tom would have stepped right in it. I wish Tom had called me so I could have seen this spectacle. Apparently, right on our doormat, what dog poop! Not in a bag. Someone thought it would be a halarious gesture to put dog poop on our doormat. Just. Right. There.