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Poop


Now you all know I love pets. And you all know that if it werenít for the freaking panic attacks, I would have a dog. And if it werenít for the allergies, Iíd have a cat. Let me repeat again, I love pets.

When I finally get the balls to break through the panic and get a puppy, Iím willing to do many things for that dog. Iíll walk him and feed him and brush him and cut his toenails. Iíll make sure he always is up to date on his vaccines. Iíll dress him in outfits for Halloween and take him to dog parks to run. Iíll have his picture taken with Santa at Christmas and add his stocking to the stair banister at Christmas.

There is one thing I will not doÖ.When he is out for his morning/afternoon/evening ďconstitutionalĒ and starts to position his body to poop, I WILL NOT squat behind him with a plastic bag and catch the poop in the bag as it drops out of his butt. Thanks to the man I saw walking his dog this morning, I almost lost my breakfast as I stopped at the stop sign. I know he spotted my look of disgust Ė I hope he learned something from it.

The worst part of this whole episode was the expression on the poor dogís face. He was looking behind him at the man as if to say, Dad, Iím trying, Iím trying Ė I wonít move my butt, I promise Ė Iíll really try to make it in the bag this time.

Yecccchhhhh!

9:12 p.m. - February 28, 2007
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