Tiny Dog is basically potty-trained. If you take her outside every 3 or 4 hours, you won't find any "gifts" on the floor. Every now and then - I mean once in a blue moon - I find a Tiny Dog turd on the carpet by the front door.
Since this is such a rare occurrence (especially if I find it at night), I consider it a treat. A sign, if you will.
A sign to take the offering that Tiny has bestowed upon me to the back porch and fling it over the fence into our neighbor's* yard.
* The non tree cutting down/can't believe that I'm not a "believer" neighbors. (BTW, the tree in that photo? It's leaning waaay over our fence now. When it falls, I'm burning it where it lands