Since moving to this neighborhood, I discovered the best way to walk the dogs is on the street because they aren't able to do their business. There’s no grass, no plants, nothing to sniff. Just concrete. It worked out pretty well for a few weeks but eventually they got to used to it and sometimes just couldn’t hold it. But it doesn’t happen often. Nevertheless, I started carrying a plastic bag just in case. But today, they both went in the yard and I thought, well, I won’t need it. Wrong.
Just as soon as I don’t bring it, Jack brings it. Right in the middle of the road. Not even close enough for me to kick it to the edge. I swear walking is like a laxative to that dog. On the Evansville riverfront, he used to leave a trail until he just couldn’t go anymore. So I should have known better. I usually drop off Bug before the last lap anyway, so I just picked up the bag and grabbed it on the next round. Someone else had left a present on the curb so I picked up that, too.

It's almost Wednesday. Tomorrow is grocery day. I'm trying to gather my ads and coupons together for a smart shopping trip. Thursday is cleaning day. Not sure what to do with Friday yet. But I'm looking forward to it!
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1 comment:
"I swear walking is like a laxative to that dog."
lol! that's hilarious! dogs are like kids - you have to be prepared for anything, but the second you let your guard down, they get you.
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