At about 8:30pm, Ransom and I headed out for a run. It was hot. It was humid. And I had to spray myself down with jungle-strength bug spray to prevent getting eaten alive by the swarms of mosquitoes. I carried along a bag, knowing that Ransom would poop shortly into the run (read: treadmill story).
Sure enough, he did his duty and after securing it in the plastic bag, I left it on the side of the road to pick it up on my way back home. That is so much easier than carrying smelly feces in a bag that flops back and forth as you run.
When we got to our turn around spot, I notice that a dog is barking at us through a window of its house. As I try to turn around I see Ransom squatting again. I say, "nooooo" but it is too late. I look back at the house with the barking dog and see a person standing in the window, watching and waiting. I obviously have no bag. He is obviously waiting for me to leave the poop in his yard so he can run after me or shout at me. I panic; I can't think of an alternate solution. So, I bend over and pick up the poop with my bare hands.
Luckily for me, it was completely solid; and, because it was the second poop, it was smaller in quantity. When I reached an area of weeds, I threw it awayand Ransom and I resumed our run. It was difficult, though, since I quaranteened my hand from the rest of my body and, more awkwardly, Ransom's leash.
If I wouldn't have panicked, I could have simply explained to the man that I would come back and pick it up. Or I could have just taken my chances and made a run for it. But, instead I picked up the poop with my bare hands.
If that dog wasn't so stinkin' cute...
8 comments:
that is so gross heather. yuck. i suppose it's good future mommy training since i deal with olivia's poop all the time. :)
Yay! I'm glad you posted it. You are a dog walking super hero! Next week you might even touch a worm ;) (just kidding)
Laura, the nice thing about dog poop is that it doesn't get smushed by a diaper!
Tress - just the type of super hero I was hoping for. And NO WORMS please.
I was thinking the SAME THING about getting you ready for parenting! ha!! I can't understand the dog thing cause I don't have one, just the same as you don't know how easy it is to get used to diapers. =) (however I AM ready to be done with it now...) but you got it right, if they weren't so stinking cute.....!! haha
and YES, we are still planning on thursday night meeting up with you guys....pizza? or what would you like? can't wait!
Oh. My. THAT'S true love.
hmm you're preparing for being a parent ifyou ask me... I suppose you could've asked the guy for a bag since you ran out... or bring back up bags next time. dogs really are high maintainence like children, and I'm not sure I spelled maintenence right lol
Heather! You are so freaking hilarious! I probably wouldnt have done it, but you are quite the trooper! I really needed to read that story...and ...I Miss my little friend.
I am dog sitting this week and one of the dogs puked 3 times so far. I definitely can relate to disgusting! Mrs. Young
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