It's not in her head!

This is a story from a few weeks ago but it's worth writing about, if for nothing else, to help me remember it.
Roxy is our 6 year old Lhasa Apso. She's my first baby and everyone knows she means the world to me. She's always been like a child and that hasn't changed. We're talking a total girlie fu-fu dog. She goes to the groomer every 2 weeks, religiously, sleeps in my bed and walks around with mostly pink bows in her hair.
So, after a recent trip to Washington, D.C. on which Roxy accompanied us (and used a public doggy potty area) she had a few "accidents" in the house. She's always been house broken and has NEVER had an accident so it seemed strange that she would and she would even go so far as to do it right in front of us.
I was convinced that something was wrong and made her an appointment to the vet right away. A few days later at the appointment, I went over her signs and symptoms and they ran a test. The vet came back into our room and simply explained that with all the new "baby stuff" I had been getting out that Roxy was showing signs of stress and acting out in response. She told me it was "all in her head!"
I was appalled that was all I got for my 50 bucks spent on the vet's "expert" advice. In the car on the way home I was gabbing on the phone to someone about the diagnosis I had received saying "the vet claims her pooping issue is all in her head" and Jackson interrupts me saying politely, " Mom, the poop is not in Roxy's head, Mom, it's in her BUTT!" Ah, the infinite wisdom of a 3 year old!
It turns out, $120, a few minutes of Internet research and earning my amateur vet degree, I returned to the vet, requested the medicine I had researched and Roxy was amazingly FINE in one day! So I guess, if you really think about it, it wasn't "all in her head" after all!