At work the other day, an old dog decided it’d be a great idea to take a dump right in the middle of our floor. The owner was really apologetic about it, but of course needed assistance in cleaning up the mess. I guess I was on poop patrol that day.
It’s been about 5 days and while sweeping, I found traces of it. Dear God, I thought I took care of it.
Yup, it was neither obnoxious enough for you to bring your big dog into a store, nor engage your pet in baby talk at a really high volume. He had to “drop the kids off [at our postal center].”
I guess I feel bad for the canine. He was old after all, and human or not, we all lose control of our bowels at times. Maybe we should create Depends for Dogs?
It’s just one thing that I always question: why did the dog have to suddenly go during the 5 minutes it was in MY presence?
Happy (belated) Birthday Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. since your actual birthday was yesterday. Sorry to bring up scatological mishaps on such a day. You’re still one of my greatest heroes.
This is Amy Hu signing off for January 16th, 2012.