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Excuse me, I am NOT Poopie-girl! Aaaaaarrrrgggghhhhhhhh!!

***Mama/Daddy read me a story series***

*What to do? What to do? This is what Pebbles’ family wondered after finding yet another pile of her offerings ... in a place it should not have been. For the past few weeks, on any given day, Pebbles’ human mom would come down the steps of their living room and see the brown pile sitting in the corner.

Sometimes with pee right next to it.

BAD GIRL!

It was hard to miss. And if you didn’t see it, you would definitely SMELL it!

And boy did it stink! PeeeeeU!

So now, her mom had taken to calling her ‘Poopy-girl!’

A name she detests, by the way.

Yet and still, Pebbles’ family wondered why, all of a sudden, she had decided to go poop in the house. At seven-years-old she was well-trained and always, I mean always, let out in the family’s big back yard to do her business.

Her gramma came to the conclusion that Pebbles must be “acting out” because of changes in her environment.

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