Nomar is fixing to get punted out the front door. He is the cutest little dog - a Yorkie Jack Russell mix. He looks sort of like the dog from the Mighty Dog food commercials. He’s got this funny hiel Hitler straight legged walk/march thing going on. He craps on my floor. Why? Why does he crap on my floor daily? I let him out often, the back yard is just a suspicious look, pace, or whine away. He goes outside, pees and hunches like he’s pooping in the far corner of the yard. I get giddy seeing him doubled over thinking that “Hooray he’s pooping outside!” Without fail Nomar will come inside and leave me a turd treat. Yesterday he climbed up on Tessa’s bed and left me some stinky Lincoln Logs. That is the end of the line. He knows my baby sleeps there - why defile her bed? I’ve been trying to get in touch with Nomar’s previous owner, a friend of mine. I think she knows what is coming and is ducking me. If she doesn’t answer her phone soon I’m going to be forced to origami him into an airplane shape and launch him out my car window in the direction of her front door. Normally I would just find him a home, some place where someone has the time to repotty train him. However I promised my friend if he did not work out that I would give him back to her. Coming from me, you would think this would be hard… You know it’s not. I know it’s a good decision and I had a sneaking suspicion it would happen (we haven’t even bought him his dog tags yet!). So long dear Nomar. It is a far far better thing to drop dog logs in someone else home then to get drop kicked through my kitchen.