if i were going to write a dog book
last tuesday night, i hopped into bed and pulled the covers up to my chin.
the sheets get a little messy during the day, what with atlas hopping on and off and on and off the bed, so i used my hands to smooth them out around me.
i felt something hard and round.
i squeezed the hard round thing between my fingers. it was cold (and hard and round) so i figured it was a rock. i wondered why there was a not particularly tiny rock in my bed, but i got out of bed so i could throw it away.
it was not a rock.
it was a hard round cold ball of dog poop.
that is the first thing people do not tell you about having a dog.
the second thing people do not tell you about having a dog is that after years of living with one, this won't even phase you.
you will look rather bemusedly at it (why exactly is there dog poop in my bed? how did it get under my covers?), chuckle at the dog and tell him he's a silly goose, and carry the poop into the bathroom and throw it in the garbage.
then, you will wash your hands three times and go back to bed.
in the morning, you'll wash your bedding, though in all honesty, you won't be sure whether you aren't only washing it because washing the bedding was already on your list of things to do on wednesday.
seriously.
if i were going to write a dog book, this is the dog book i'd want to write: "the things no one tells you about having a dog (& if they did, you wouldn't believe them anyway)".
At least it was hard. It could have been so much worse.
I could echo Jerry… at least it wasn’t the messy poo! :o/ Hope Atlas is OK though, that the poo incident was a one of the occasional one-offs. Living with a pet is like having a permanent toddler in many ways, I think. We write the book as we go along, don’t we? ;o) Happy Day, Elizabeth ((HUGS))
hahaha i love it:)
hahahaha! i love it too helen.
i have a friend who would gag just reading this, much less find and happily dispose of the poop stone. she claims to love animals. she just doesn’t want anything to do with them, to touch them, or have them touch her.
and she grew up on a farm???!!!!!
she’s a germaphobe, so guess she can’t help it.
i would rather live with a dog than most people i know!
nose smooshes to atlas,
tammy j
lol too funny. i, sadly, am now to the point where i wouldnt even wash the sheets if the poo was hard enough. 😉
I would read your book. I love when people give you the low down, instead of the roses. But I do have a thing over poop, and while I would take care of it, I would gag whilst doing so.
~ann b.
Eeeeew! I’d want to take a shower in bleach water if it were in my bed. So I guess I might fit in the germaphobe category. As a matter of fact, just reading it makes me want to shower. Which is why this whole farmer’s wife thing isn’t really my calling in life. I just sort of ended up here.
@nora: that’s sort of how i feel. like it’s a good thing i didn’t know all this in advance. 😉
@ann: i still gag while picking up other dogs’, even if my hands are covered.
@andrea: lol.
@tammy: atlas appreciates the nose smushes and sends some back! he is curled up on the bed wrapped up in blankets right now.
@helen:
@tracy: i think we do!
@jerry: oh, do i know. only too well. 😉
Wow, that’s one thing I’ve never encountered! But, I would’ve done the same thing. Funny what you learn to take in stride, huh?
lol… this is such a funny post. And I’m with Jerry… that is exactly what I was thinking as I was reading…thank goodness it was hard.
That is what I love about bunny poops. Hard little pellets… but OH SO MANY OF THEM!!!! hhmmph.