for the first time in the three and a half years i've been picking up my dawg's poo, i didn't check the plastic grocery bag before i got it around this morning's pile 'o poo. it was riddled with holes and i got the teeniest bit of poo on my hand. ick. probably not the best way to start out a monday. but i handled it with aplomb and grace still the same.
last week i was at the lake and i had my sunglasses on my head and as i bent down to yet again pick up the poo, my sunglasses slid off my head directly into the middle of the pile of crap. there was no way i was wearing those suckers again. they were only 5 dollars and had already been twice repaired with a twist-tie. it was not a big sacrifice.
one time i was walking my friend julie around a chi-chi neighborhood near my old apartment in carrboro and i had, yes once again, just picked up some poo and was looking for a construction site garbage can to dump the plastic bag in. so julie and i are walking along and julie says "this sure is a nice neighborhood but it smells like dog shit!" i had to call her attention to the fact that i was carrying a steaming pile in a bag as we walked. that cleared things up immediately.
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