It’s raining fairly heavily here, so I dug out my fall raincoat again. I last wore it sometime in November. As I put it on, I thought “What’s that nasty smell?”
You know that happy feeling when you put your hand in the pocket of a jacket you haven’t worn in months and you discover a $50. bill? Well, I’ve discovered the exact opposite. I put my hand in my pocket only to discover… a bag of dog pooh that I had neglected to throw in the trash sometime in November. :eek: :eek: :eek:
Ugh. Wow. I once left a used poop bag in the trunk of my car overnight and it took months before the smell disappeared. I can just imagine how a couple months’ time would ripen it.
Cleaning up dog poop is much ickier than cleaning the litterbox. I have both species and I’d much rather clean the litterbox than pick up dog doo. The cat litter and scoop buffers the grossness a bit, while with dog poop is usually just my hand and a plastic bag. At home I can use my dog poop scooper, but since I take my dog lots of places, the plastic bags are more convenient away from home.
The other thing about the dog poop bags is occasionally I put a hole in one with the nails on my right hand. Like with so much else, I’ve learned to use my left hand which has no nails, so I’m just down to that first and last walk of the day when I’m too sleepy to think clearly about the best way to do things…
It’s interesting that you bring that up, Declan. When I turn the bag inside out on my hand, I use it as a sock puppet and have it quote my most hated political commentators, politicians or sports figures.
“The bike lanes on Jarvis Street cost $6 million” - Rob Ford
“Empathy can lead you to some very bad decisions” - Glenn Beck
Then, I cruelly stuff their mouths with shit and knot the bag.
Does this make me a bad person?
A bad person is a judgement call by other people, regarding actions taken. Some people would call being shitbagged an assault and maybe battery, but we call them lawyers and crown attorneys. So if makes you think your bad, accept the label with pride and ask what others did to further the political process.
When we had a dog, and I’d take her for a walk, I’d scoop it up with a bag, and tie the bag shut, but then I’d just carry the bag gingerly in my free hand until we got to a garbage can. Putting it in your coat pocket…eeew.
May that be the worst 2011 offers you. But I absolutely love the idea of the shit-eating sock puppet. I ever get another dog, I’m going to have to remember that.
