it's a great day here on the east coast...55 degrees and sunny--doesn't get much better for a saturday in february. K and i alighted on our morning walk and we decided on one of our alternate routes, which bypasses his favorite poop spot (i should know better, right?) and takes us past more houses than businesses.
wait, let me back up here...i always take two bags with me because once or twice he decided he needed to go more than once and i was left embarrassed with no pick-up mechanism. so, before we left i dutifully put two bags in my hoodie pocket.
ok, back to the walk. we're cruising right along and he decides it's time. i'm down, right? i have my bags...or do i? no, i don't! omg, where tf are they??? this is exactly what i ask him. he just flings his back legs in the air in response. omg. mortified. what do i do? RUN!!!
yep, kids. i left it. and i'm feeling horribly guilty. AND, ethel, don't think it hasn't already occurred to me that not only did i not clean up after my dog, but i sent two plastic bags into the great outdoors. i can only imagine where they are. they've probably killed 28 birds, a mouse, and suffocated the neighborhood cat.
i'm a bad person
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update: i took 3 bags with me on the walk this morning and used one to pick up yesterday's mishap. i did not locate the two bags that were lost yesterday. i'm still a bad person, but maybe only half as bad now.
ReplyDeleteFirst, you are a bad person. Too bad, too, because you almost got a reprieve... But in an ironic twist of fate, the bags landed in someone's recycling bin and are now headed to the soda can plastic ring thingy-making plant. Within 30 days, they'll be wrapped around 6 seagull necks causing slow suffocation.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you went back to clean up. I've been in this situation before and couldn't sleep until I've gone back to redeem my karma.
Also, I may have ran out of my house one time to fight a neighbor who _didn't_ clean up. He literally tried to run away but his dog was still in the middle of business, so he had to confront me. I could tell he was contemplating actually dropping the leash and leaving his dog. He never walked in front of my house again.