I pooped 💩 today

Previously

…The street was left in a state of stunned, aromatic chaos. Bartholomew, panting, his face flushed with exertion and humiliation, finally collapsed onto the curb, utterly defeated. This was no longer a personal plumbing problem. This was a public spectacle, a four-legged, or rather, a no-legged, exhibition of his most embarrassing biological secret. Sir Reginald, meanwhile, having successfully navigated the perilous intersection, continued its unhurried roll down the street, a dark, triumphant flag of olfactory warfare, leaving Bartholomew at his wit's end, and the neighborhood irrevocably changed by the sheer, unadulterated absurdity of it all.