The Tale of Two Poops (Part 1)
Day One
A friend of the Family came over and asked me to take care of her dog. She wanted me to go over to her house and walk the dog two times a day, and feed him. I said okay and she went of town. I went over to the house and unlocked the two layers of doors. The first thing I noticed was that the dog didn’t greet me at the door like he usually did. You see the dog is extremely old, so I wondered if the dog had died while she left town. I thought, “Please, let this dog stay alive at least until she gets back home. I don’t want her to blame me for her dog’s departure.”
I went into the bedroom, and I noticed the little black dog lying on the rug, curled up in a ball. I began to worry, because the dog did not move a muscle and didn’t respond to my entrance. Cautiously, I reached down toward the unmoving dog, and touched his silky black hair. I felt breathing, he was still alive. After sighing relief, I went into her office area where the dog could eat.
Inside the office, the owner of the dog usually places plastic on a portion of the floor, so the dog can go to the restroom, just in case. This was the case on this day, but something was different, perhaps it was the noticeable change in smell I detected when I entered that made me feel suspicious.
Just outside the range of clear plastic, was a shiny, newly formed dog turd. In his old age, the dog forgot to move a little north just inside the plastic range. The dog left me with a smelly gift to clean up, because he couldn’t poop on the plastic. After nearly throwing up from cleaning the half-liquid turd, I managed to finally get the slow moving dog outside. I told the dog to go ahead and poop it all out. Of course not fully understanding human talk, the old dog just sat there looking up at me in confusion. He did not poop for at least a half hour. I took the slow moving dog back inside. After leaving the house, I went back home and took a shower.
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