Buster ignores Jamie completely. He sniffs in a tight circle, then squats slightly—then stops. Resumes sniffing.
Buster emerges, tail high, looking proud. He does a little zoomie.
Beat. Jamie peeks behind the bush.
Did you just… hide to poop? I’m picking it up anyway, dude.
(to the sky) WHY.
Yes! Good boy! Finally—
(whispering to self) This is it. This is the spot. Pooping Dog Script
Buster stares into the middle distance. A single bird chirps. Buster turns around and faces Jamie directly, making intense eye contact.