yet another anecdote from our U.S. trip last October

Sagey and I were sitting on her grandma's back porch in Florida, when her uncle's dog Ace trotted out and promptly began taking a dump in the back yard.

"Mommy," Sage wanted to know, "what is Ace doing? Why is he sitting in the grass?"

"He's making poo-poo," I told her. "That's how dogs do it; sitting down, just like people."

"Just like people," Sage repeated, apparently reflecting on the matter. Then she called out, brow furrowed in distressed concern, "Ace! Why don't you use the potty?!"