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Monday, September 26, 2011
Poopy Predicaments
The shame! The embarrasment! The looks of disgust! There's nothing worse, as a "professional" dog walker, that those moments when you are inadequately prepared for poop disposal, or to put it more bluntly, when you didn't bring enough shit bags on your walk and you have to leave one or more doggie-defacations on the ground. Gross.
Today prior to walking Heureux (one of my regulars) and my own dog, Dingo, I stuffed three plastic bags in my pocket, hypothesizing that I was abundantly prepared in the off-chance that one of my furry friends decided to go number two a total of two times (they are both usually solitary poopers).
Woe was me when both dogs emptied their bowels on two separate occasions in a total of four separate locations. Oi! I feel the need, in ill-prepared instances such as these, to glance around for contemptuous peepers pointed in my direction, followed by a disclaimer on my part, said aloud to anyone within ear shot, justifying my predicament lest these random passers-bye think me anything less than a consummate professional.
After my soliloquey in Somerville I couldn't help but think that I'm not the only one who does this. Admit it, you too have been there and done that, haven't you? Actually, my friend and I had a conversation regarding this taboo topic just a week ago which inspired me to post this less than appetizing topic. I take comfort in knowing that I'm not alone. You should too. Shit happens. Literally. I guess the lesson of the day is: better to be over-prepared then under. Even if that means jamming plastic bags in every orifice of clothing. Or better yet - note to self: wear clothes with more pockets!
Today prior to walking Heureux (one of my regulars) and my own dog, Dingo, I stuffed three plastic bags in my pocket, hypothesizing that I was abundantly prepared in the off-chance that one of my furry friends decided to go number two a total of two times (they are both usually solitary poopers).
Woe was me when both dogs emptied their bowels on two separate occasions in a total of four separate locations. Oi! I feel the need, in ill-prepared instances such as these, to glance around for contemptuous peepers pointed in my direction, followed by a disclaimer on my part, said aloud to anyone within ear shot, justifying my predicament lest these random passers-bye think me anything less than a consummate professional.
After my soliloquey in Somerville I couldn't help but think that I'm not the only one who does this. Admit it, you too have been there and done that, haven't you? Actually, my friend and I had a conversation regarding this taboo topic just a week ago which inspired me to post this less than appetizing topic. I take comfort in knowing that I'm not alone. You should too. Shit happens. Literally. I guess the lesson of the day is: better to be over-prepared then under. Even if that means jamming plastic bags in every orifice of clothing. Or better yet - note to self: wear clothes with more pockets!
Thursday, September 22, 2011
"I Love Balls!"
My dog is obsessed with balls. Literally OBSESSED. Balls are her crack-cocaine, her reality TV, her chocolate, her highly-addictive substance in any/all forms. She sleeps with them and brings them wherever we go - like a little kid with his or her favorite toy. I'm pretty sure she would risk life and limb to get a ball. I wouldn't put it past her to, for example, jump out the window of a speeding car to get a ball (she has not done this yet, thank goodness).
Dingo's not a huge fan of swimming but if she spots a ball in any type of body of water - ocean, lake, stream, raging rapid - or better yet if you throw a ball out there for her to fetch, she's jumping in after it without hesitation.
The other day I was joking with my friends that I want to make her a little doggie shirt that says, "I Love Balls!". This idea started as a joke but then I got to thinking, I do have a few other doggie clients who are almost as obsessed with balls as Dingo (although the only dog I can think of that is truly in love with balls like Ding is a client named Leila, who is mentioned earlier in this blog :). That said, these shirts could be a hit!
What do you think? Would you buy your dog a shirt that said, "I Love Balls!". I "reckon" it would make a great conversation starter. If you are a single gal I would suggesting bringing your dog to "Yappy Hour" at the Liberty Hotel with one of my shirts and maybe a matching one of your own. It may be a bit uncouth but I'll bet you, and your dog, will be quite a hit.
Coming soon, Dingo's Dogsitting shirts emblazoned with "I Love Balls!"....Get em' while they're hot.
Dingo's not a huge fan of swimming but if she spots a ball in any type of body of water - ocean, lake, stream, raging rapid - or better yet if you throw a ball out there for her to fetch, she's jumping in after it without hesitation.
The other day I was joking with my friends that I want to make her a little doggie shirt that says, "I Love Balls!". This idea started as a joke but then I got to thinking, I do have a few other doggie clients who are almost as obsessed with balls as Dingo (although the only dog I can think of that is truly in love with balls like Ding is a client named Leila, who is mentioned earlier in this blog :). That said, these shirts could be a hit!
What do you think? Would you buy your dog a shirt that said, "I Love Balls!". I "reckon" it would make a great conversation starter. If you are a single gal I would suggesting bringing your dog to "Yappy Hour" at the Liberty Hotel with one of my shirts and maybe a matching one of your own. It may be a bit uncouth but I'll bet you, and your dog, will be quite a hit.
Coming soon, Dingo's Dogsitting shirts emblazoned with "I Love Balls!"....Get em' while they're hot.
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