Gambit is old. He has a sensitive tummy and long hair. Sometimes these things combine in a lovely perfect storm of poop covered dog. I mention this not to gross you out (that's just a fun bonus) but to preface this.
Dave: (From the other room)Do we have any plastic gloves?
Me: Yeah in the cleaning cupboard.
Fiona: I want some too!
Dave said something to her I didn't hear. They came out in to the living room and headed for the back yard. Fiona was putting on gloves.
Me: Why are you wearing gloves?
Fiona: I'm going to help pull crap off Gambit's ass!*
Me: Fiona, you aren't supposed to say that.
Fiona: (Thinks) I'm going to help pull poop off Gambit's ass.
Me: That's not...never mind.
*Dave did the actual cleaning