Buzz Buzz goes the alarm clock. I press snooze. You see, it was a late night last night. I’ve been binge watching Nurse Jackie on Netflix. I just can’t get enough of that show (I highly recommend it – if you don’t know about it already… I’m usually late to the fad scenes).
“OK, I have nine minutes until it goes off again,” I think to myself. As I roll over, I wonder why it doesn’t just round to ten.
The minute I start to analyze my weird, yet again, work dream, my eldest dog, Oliver, jumps on the bed and starts vigorously licking my face.
“Oh come on! I have eight minutes!” I say to him, but he continues, so I make a mental note to make that his next trick. ‘Let mommy snooze’ will be the new sit, stay and roll over.
I reluctantly get up. My eyes are half-shut and my head is fuzzy. I walk toward the bedroom door and my foot lands in something wet. “SOPHIE!” I yell. She’s the one that is still being potty trained; although, after a year, I think she’s just more spoiled than anything else. I fetch a paper towel and soak up the piddle. Finally, we’re ready to go outside. My fur babies are bouncing, barking and sprinting in front of me to see what kind of wildlife is in their backyard.
I open the door, hook them up to their lines and let them run. They run, alright, but stop short when the lines reach its distance. Sophie, the youngest, spots the first rabbit and immediately starts yapping. Oliver doesn’t waste any time and chimes in.
Getting them back on track to do their business is easier said than done, but luckily they proudly accomplish Number One and run back to the patio. They are ready for their treats.
In we go, the pups eagerly receive and eat their treats and getting ready for work is successful.
Incidentally, it’s time to leave and I’m running late now. Those crazy dogs cannot have the run of the house or else there would be no house to come home to. So they reluctantly get in their cages. Because I’m an awesome mom, they got TWO treats before I leave.
As I’m walking to my shoe closet, I step on something. A toy? A bone? Oh, please don’t let it be… A SHIT! SOPHIE!!! I tear off my sock, throw it in water, wash my foot and, of course, curse. I grabbed a paper towel and begin the glorious poo pick-up.
Once that is to my high standards of cleanliness, I put on a new pair of socks and slip on my sneakers. Purse? Check. A big bag that every girl needs? Check. Breakfast? Check. Phone? Check. Ok, I’m ready to roll.
I open my door, lock it behind me, step outside and continue to walk to my car. I glance behind me and to my horror, I see a trail of shit splats. What would any person do in my situation? I looked under my left sneaker – clean. I lifted my right – and there it was. Here a Shit, There a Shit, Everywhere a Shit Shit! SOPHIE!!!
Some days, you just step in shit and that’s your journey, folks… You’re Journey Called Life!
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Loved your story… Ah, Pets, Ya gotta love em.