As we all know I can have a tendency to make fun of myself. Fortunately or unfortunately depending on how you look at it, the opportunities to do so seem never ending. When we moved back to Portland from Standish, I was having a hard time getting used to picking up dog poop. While living in Standish we didnt even have to put our dogs on runs let alone pick up dog poop. I have since become a strong advocate for picking up dog poop along the blvd. or in any public place. The real shitty thing is we seem to have got a defective batch of poop bags. While walking the sheepies this morning, Higgins who is not so little anymore and does horse size doo dos did his business, and as a responsible citizen I picked up this very large pile. We werent but a couple hundred yards down the Blvd when this poop bag not only gave out it almost exploded. Unfortunately it went all over me. I don t know how it got all over my hands, on the leashes and then splashed all over my light gray sweat pants. Needless to say that ended our morning walk. While making the mad dash home I was hoping and praying that I did not run into anyone I knew, or that wanted to say hi to the pups. I made it home unnoticed, except for the wife who was pointing and laughing. Its not easy being me. Have a non shitty day all. Cheers!
Posted on: Tue, 23 Sep 2014 12:35:19 +0000
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