Sometimes I can’t help but think there’s no greater indignity than standing out in the pouring rain holding an umbrella over one’s doggie while he has diarrhea.
I suppose many people would just let their doggies have diarrhea in the rain and not worry about it, but I felt bad for said doggie and moreover I just paid a small fortune for him to be groomed and bathed yesterday.
And then, of course, the resulting futility when one tries to scoop up the doggie diarrhea from the yard.
Why scoop, you may ask. Well, I have little children who like to frolic in the yard. And I think if someone stepped in doggie doo (fresh or otherwise), I’d feel compelled to throw away that tainted pair of shoes. So gross.
I often wonder what Monster, our mini poodle, thinks of me as I hover over him while he poops, checking my plastic bag for holes as I pull it over my hand. Surely he must imagine himself some sort of deity as I bow down to handle his droppings.
I also often wonder what the neighbors think of me…. do they peek out of their windows while I’m traipsing about in the yard with a handful of plastic bags, muttering curse words under my breath like some crazy lady?