Thursday, February 25, 2010

too much

We are dogsitting this week. Last night, as is customary lately, I got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, which is where the dog sleeps. I don't like to turn the light on because I don't want her to think it's morning already, but I noticed it smelled like she was letting off some gas. Turns out she let out more than gas because my toe brushed against her poo pile. Wonderful. (Don't worry, I sanitized the foot.)

I forgave her of her poo misdeed and after work took her on a walk. She was trying to chase a squirrel down a pathway towards a nearby park when I heard a large rustling in the trees above, and then something hit me. I thought a squirrel threw some leaves or something, but it turns out a large bird had unloaded their poo and pee supply for the year (seemingly) down the arm of my pink "private club" jacket. Before I realized it, I got some on my hand. Holding the dog's leash is really a two hand matter because the little thing can drag me all over the place, so my non-poop hand was formed into a painful claw by the time I got home.

I should not be experiencing this much poop in a 24 hour span. Like my lack of sleep, is this a subconscious way to prepare me for motherhood?

5 comments:

Tiffany said...

you arent even going to be phased by poopy diapers and you will look back to this moment of toil and smile at your triumph

Leslie said...

This is awesome. Now you'll really be an expert on the book "Everybody Poops."

The Smiths said...

i have that book if you need to read it Mal, haha. Oh man- i'm sorry to hear about the bird poop, as if having her drag you around on a walk wasn't bad enough!

Tyler and Megan said...

This is why I am not ready to get a dog. Kid poop is not even CLOSE to as gross as dog/bird poop. Plus you like your kid a whole lot more than a dog/bird so you can put up with more from them. That is so gross. I liken this to the time I stepped on a worm in my kitchen. Bad times.

Courtney and Nate said...

Poor Mal. The poop gets worse, trust me. I can't even count the times I've had baby poop on my hands, and then there are the times it gets on my clothes, the carpet, the dining room table, my kid's mouth. Doesn't even phase me anymore.

By the way, congrats on the pregnancy! I don't think I ever told you congrats.