I have four dogs. Three of them are rather large mutts. Kind of Sheppard-Doberman mixes. With large dogs come large dog piles so in an effort to minimize the number of those that I have to clean up I walk my dogs twice a day in a wooded area behind my house.
Last night after my dinner we went for our regular walk and when we came back from our walk we came back into my back yard. When you have a large number of dogs, they start to exhibit pack behavior, each animal will have a place of dominance or submissivness in the pack and it’s a real good idea to make sure that you remain the alpha figure within the pack to maintain control. A part of that natural behavior is play. So after our walk last night I played with them for a few minutes in the yard before I fed them and put them to bed. We tossed a frisbee, played with some toys, rolled around the yard…just general dog stuff.
It was already dusk and it had rained yesterday afternoon so I didn’t think too much of it that the grass was rather damp when I was rolling around with them. I took them out to a shed where I have them kenneled to feed them and knew immediately something was rather strange…there were feathers everywhere…I grabbed a flashlight and started searching. And sure enough my pack of dogs had killed a large bird and torn all of the feathers off. What was left of the carcass? Just happened to be exactly where I was rolling around with the dogs…YUK. Of course dogs think it is perfectly normal behavior to roll onto dead things and the carcass was squashed flat as a pancake so I know I rolled right on top of it. Guess I am definitely one of them now.
Yep, I am pretty careful with the dog piles. I even taught them to use one part of the yard in case they can’t wait for one of the walks in the woods but dogs are pretty much creatures of habit any way and unless they eat something funky (like a raw wild bird) they usually just go when they go on the walk so I wasn’t too worried about it. I nearly hurled when I realized what happened.
How about this for dog-related grossness - when I was about 12, waiting for the school bus, I put my briefcase down (yeah, I was a bit of a geek). The bus arrived, and I put the case on my lap. I noticed a funny smell. Removed the briefcase and realised that it had picked up a big dog turd at the bus stop, and then smooshed it all over the pants of my school uniform, as well as my hands. There was nothing I could do. I had to sit there with shit all over me until I got to school, and then wipe it off as best I could in the bathroom. I stank all day.
Oh man Jimm, that is too funny, y ou poor, poor thing. That had to be tramatic at that age. And I know the kids had to notice and poit it out. Were you known for the rest of the year as “dog turd boy”?
As far as everyone expecting the dog poo ending, when you have animals, you just never know what you will encounter.
How tragic! You never know when one shitty (pardon the pun) morning can just ruin your whole life at such a tender age. I’m sure you eventually recovered. Or you hate dogs now! Either way I’ll bet you are reeeeeeally careful where you sit your briefcase.