I get a lot of our dog walks. I really get to take in the
neighborhood homes & gardens in a way I cannot from an automobile or even
walking briskly on my own, because dogs stop to sniff & investigate the
world.
Yesterday morning it was sunny & warm in Portland, a
near perfect day for the celebration of the resurrection & what should have
been an exceptional dog walk was marred when Junior, who could have done it
anywhere on the trip, stopped & pooped a huge load on a lovely, manicured
green lawn, filled with children in their Easter best, having an egg hunt.
Not only did Junior choose this spot to do his business,
but as the grown-ups on the porch glowered at me, I noted that Junior was
sporting a impressive big red rocket of a canine erection at the same time that
he donating his feces to the event. Picking up those poops was a humbling
experience.
well kiddo I suppose it could have been worse.... I can think of some horrid scenarios.... but bravo to you for just carrying on with it all.... poops and doggy hard ons and all the rest!
ReplyDeleteYou and Joan Crawford, a couple of my domestic heroes!
Atleast they didn't throw eggs at you. I had a neighbor tried to spray us with the garden hose when my girls attempted to poo on her lawn. I'm ashamed to say that I had to tell her what I was going to do with that hose if I got wet.
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