Big Trouble

I got in big trouble again! SHE gets so made at me when I poop on the floor. I don't get it. What's the big deal. I don't think there is anything wrong with my poop. I like the way it smells. I like the way it tastes, sometimes. SHE gets mad when I eat it too. I'm a dog for goodness sake. Even as this is being typed, I'm in my kennel, pouting. I guess I'm going to have to stop. SHE is fine with me dropping it on the green rug on the other side of that big door. As a matter of fact, she actually smiles and claps and says, good girl Bella Boo, good poop outside, good girl! Whatever . . .