So We Meet Again….

I didn’t sleep all that great last night. Lying in bed I was trying to determine whether the sun was coming up or was I seeing a street light?

I stumbled into the living room darkness to see if the clock was on from the last visit when my foot landed squarely on something very slick and cold.

No please…..not my nemesis Mr. Dog Shit…please no.

I flicked on the light and sure enough shit had visited me in the night….and it had attacked me personally. It was well embedded in my foot.

This was not time for panic because I was on my own. No Gigi to say, “I’ll take care of it honey.”

I subdued my olfactory senses and began cleaning while a guilty dog tried to apologize.

In the back of my mind I remembered what Michael had said, “See, shit is unavoidable. You thought you had shit licked with the narrow gull escape, but shit had bigger plans for you.”


Doc said...

Awwwwww SHIT !!!

Ken said...

Been awhile since I've been through that shit!

Michael said...

Every once in a while, when the little dog isn't feeling right and he's been cooped up in the house too long he'll leave one on the floor. He's embarrassed about it, so he tries to do it where no one will see it. He prefers the dark little rug, in the short dark hall to the massage room.

Inevitably I'll find it, with my toes, while coming out of the massage room with clean sheets in my hands, at ten to nine when I'm rushing off to work.

mr zig said...

so nasty! At least it wasn't still warm!

Jay said...

That was pretty shitty.