This is the last picture taken of me in my nice white sweater. Mere moments later, Izzy made such a good poop that it could not be contained. Neither of us were expecting this; she surprised herself so much that she jumped straight up. I had a mustard yellow trail down the front of my shirt to prove this. Good thing we were about to have a family portrait taken! Fortunately a spare shirt was found, and Izzy miraculously missed her own dress. Good times ensued.