Happy Holidays edition Wednesday wank
December 12, 2007
wednesday wank
December 6, 2007
The tell-tale poop
A few days ago Stella and I were taking our standard early-ish morning walk for my daily constitutional and her, well, her to do her thing. My new complex is very cool about being dog friendly, to the point of installing several puppy-needs centers across the complex. These centers include floral scented, biodegradable poop bags with easy tie handles and a garbage can with lid and are raised up off the ground a few feet.
This particular day, the closest puppy-needs center was out of poop bags and Stella didn’t quite make it to the second closest one. We ran, I pulled and prodded her to hold it, just a few more yards so that I could get a bag, but she was feeling a little headstrong and was having none of it, choosing instead to disobey me and do her business at the base of a tree halfway to the next supply of bags.
I briefly considered walking the distance to retrieve a new bag, but realized it was too far to walk and that I needed to get back to the apartment because my coffee was probably brewed and ready to be enjoyed. We headed back to the apartment, me scolding her the entire journey for being impatient and not obeying me, more to show the few people we passed that I was in charge than truly being upset with her.
Now, when I walk her past that fateful spot, I glance carefully at the base of the tree where the small pile of her excrement lays, careful not to alert anybody that I am aware of the owner of that pile. I consider picking it up and disposing of it, but decline and push the thought out of my head, lest I admit that I wasn’t an upstanding citizen in the first place.
The guilt grows daily as the pile begins to decompose. I can’t wait until it has disappeared so that I can let go of the guilt.
