Friday, January 28, 2011

Friday Report

(I've been saving eggshells to plant seeds in. The Man has been playing around a lot with his new camera and thought the shells would make an interesting picture.)

I just want to make clear that I am a very responsible dog walker. I never leave home without a roll of biodegradable green bags--poop bags, for the lack of a more poetic term--in my jacket pocket, and I always scoop.

Well, almost always. Sometimes this time of year, if I'm not paying close attention, I lose sight of things. The grass around our neighborhood is faded and brown, often covered with leaves. From time to time when Travis is done doing his business, I simply cannot find it. I look and look, and it's like it disappeared.

I am only willing to devote so much of my day to searching for missing business. If I can't find it after a minute, I shrug and move along.

Today was one of those days. Travis did his business, I searched for it, couldn't find it. Only today there was a neighbor backing out of her driveway while Travis was going, and I felt like I couldn't just walk away. She'd probably seen Travis doing his business--you can't miss it, after all, when a dog's got number 2 on his mind--and if I just walked away, she'd think I was one of those terrible people who does not scoop.

And then what would happen? She'd probably post something on the neighborhood list-serv. To the woman in the red jacket with the adorable Cockapoo, PLEASE SCOOP YOUR DOG'S POOP. Well, I walk my dog every day, and every day I wear my red jacket, so everyone would know it was me, and I'd probably be forced to sew a huge P to the back of my coat.

Unbearable. Untenable. So you know what I did? I scooped a poop-sized portion of leaves. Scooped 'em right into my biodegradable poop bag, waved to my neighbor, and I went on my merry way.

I mean, what else was I supposed to do?


Tracy said...

This is another reason we don't have dogs. Scooping just sets me to being queasy. There is a man who jogs in the mornings with his dog, and I know that bag of poop goes in his pocket. I have to shut my eyes while he jogs past or that's all I can think of and I feel ill.

Then again, I appreciate that I'm not dodging it on the footpath. Which is why I don't have dogs. I'd be the dog-walker all the other walkers would hate.

Bravo for trying so hard!

Angela said...

That seems a very nifty solution to your dilemma. In my dog walking days I remember struggling to find 'it' among the autumn leaves.

I liked your Nathaniel Hawthorne idea- perhaps the 'P' should be in the same shade of scarlet as your jacket, then it wouldn't be so obvious!

BTW, I am loving the b&w photographs.

blessings x

The dB family said...

I love it!! I was wondering how you were going to solve your dilemma :o).


debbie bailey said...

You deceiver! Ha!

wayside wanderer said...

Hahaha! That's great! One of my neighbors pasted little laminated signs all along the edge of his yard. They were of a cartoon doggie going poo with a red circle and line through it.
Your eggs are beautiful.

GretchenJoanna said...


Pom Pom said...

WOW! Stickwork is amazing! I think I may make a little house for the garden. Guess what? I got a snow day! I am delighted! It's VERY cold.
Have you ever read anything by Sarah Orne Jewett? Oh, I am enjoying The Country of the Pointed Firs.

Gumbo Lily said...

I am really liking The Man's photography. Tell him for me. I have a dog, but I do not have to scoop poop. On the other hand, we have cows and sheep, and when it's calving or lambing time, I DO scoop poop with a pitchfork or a scoop shovel.