Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Animals, Family Pet, Humor | Posted on 13-04-2012
I love my dog…but…I don’t love my dog’s butt.
Her butt has the worst timing. She loves to poop while on our walk. Even if she has spent the whole day in the back yard–with a plethora of grass–she’ll save it. Like a present.
Aw, you shouldn’t have…it’s not my birthday, dawg!
A public poop requires you to:
- Stop (unless it’s a poop while walking, requiring you to backtrack)
- Sometimes wait…and wait
- Bend over
- Put your hand in a plastic bag
- Pick up the steamy pile
- Oh yeah, and carry it several blocks home, feeling a teensy bit degraded
It’s amusing to watch other dog owners clean up these presents in public. They get this weird expression on their face, as in “WHY ME?!” And then sheepishly pick it up and walk with the bag in-hand. I have a secret little chuckle as I watch someone carrying that bag. Because everyone knows precisely what’s inside.
But that chuckle quickly fades when we embark on our next walk.