Yesterday when I was walking Delilah a woman walked out of her house, just as Delilah was taking a dump on her lawn.
What can you do?
I said, “Good morning,” and proceeded to clean up after my dog, (like a good dog owner does. )
It’s not the first time Delilah’s been caught with her pants down.
We have such irresponsible dog owners around here, it wouldn’t surprise me if there weren’t eyes on me at all times.
And of course, the one day I forgot a poop bag, somebody WAS watching.
It was Easter morning and I was taking Sampson for his walk. Since I carry so many things with me when walking the dogs (cell phone, pepper spray, camera) I don’t use the poop bag dispenser. Instead, every morning I load the pocket of my treat bag with three poop bags. As I pull them off the roll, I open the bags so when it’s time to use them, I’m not standing there in the cold trying to open a bag. I try to always have three bags at one time. Because, well, you just never know when you might need another bag.
Sundays are my sleep in days, so my routine is out the window.
This particular Sunday Sampson and I headed down the hill. It was earlier than I usually walk on a Sunday because I got up specifically to make sure the roast got started on time. We walked our five minutes and turned around and headed for home.
Sampson stopped to do his pooping business and it was then that I realized I had no bags.
Frantically I looked around for an empty bag or a newspaper box with the plastic wrapping around it.
Shit! There was nothing. Nothing I could improvise with.
Very briefly I thought about leaving the poop there and coming back for it later, but two things stopped me. 1) This house has children in it and it was Easter. I didn’t want them discovering the wrong kind of chocolate egg and 2) it’s bad enough picking up warm poop, but the thought of picking it up cold makes me want to puke.
Thankfully it was Sunday and Hubby was home, so I called him up and asked for an assist.
So there we were, Sampson sitting on the lawn and me standing next to him, while we waited for Hubby to rescue us.
I kept looking around, waiting for someone to come out and ask us what the hell we were doing. And that’s when I realized we were being watched.
No wonder I always feel like somebody’s watching me.
Have you ever forgotten a poop bag, or even run out of them when you really needed one?
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