Conversation that just transpired between me, Stella, and my mom:
(Stella comes trotting very happily into the kitchen. She has been missing from the room for all of five minutes. Stella obviously has a trinket of some sort in her mouth.)
Me: Hi Stellz. What do you have in your mouth?
Suz: What does she have?
Me: Stella, spit it out..... Drop it Stella!
(Stella lowers her head in an attempt to guard/hide whatever is in her mouth. I reach down to extract said object with my hand because Stella is guarding it with her life and won't give it up. I feel the object. It's not that large, but it is very hard. I assume it's part of a dog bone or a lingering rogue baby toy from when Niece was here for Easter. [Boy was I wrong].)
Suz: What is it?
Me: OH MY WOW. IT'S HER POOP.
Suz (very calmly, not stirring from her chair): Are you joking?
Me: Why would I joke about something like that? It's her POOP!!!
Suz (gets up from her chair and starts meandering around the rooms of our downstairs): I wonder where she got it? And where the rest of it is?
It seems that Stella has continued to eat her own shit after all.
And this poop-log was HARD. Like Stella is hoarding little steaming piles all over the house until said time that the piles have hardened and turned into perfectly tote-able collections of poop-logs.
Looks like Suz and I got a little feces-themed scavenger hunt of our own as a day-after-Easter surprise from good ol' Stellz. As of post-time, we still have not found the missing excrement.
I think that calls for another beer in the name of the guano-loving furry ball of crazy that is Stella.