Keith here. I never thought I'd be excited about poop. I'm kind of a poop-a-phobic. I don't like anything about it. I know some people can have a conversation with someone while takin' care of business either in person or on the phone. I, on the other hand, am like that little kid in diapers who hides in a closet while he's grunting one out. Too much info, maybe. But with Rem, I grin when he dukes. I get all excited when it is the right color and if there is a lot of it. Weird huh. It's the only way I know he is eating enough so I get ecstatic about it. Crazy.