If you read my post from yesterday it might be clear that not only am I running out of things to write about for this year’s Slice of Life Challenge, I am also slightly focused on poop. When our daughter was an infant, prone to constipation, we paid very close attention to her ins and outs. (Now that she is a teenager, we are more focused on her comings and goings.) This attention was also necessitated by a sporadically rotating schedule of care providers- my husband, our part time nanny, and myself.
Now it seems or attention is focused on the dog. Jack will not poop on site. I think I like this quality. There are no surprises on our lawn, and I’m forced to walk him twice a day, rain or shine. His leash is equipped with a plastic bone containing a roll of disposal bags, and we are very conscientious about picking up after him. (And we’re very critical of those who don’t pick up after their less superior dogs.)
I am responsible for the vast majority of walks, but my husband is always willing to pitch in when needed. He has developed a text message shorthand to give me, well, the scoop: JDAD, which stands for Jack Dropped a Deuce. I’m impressed he can handle the leash, the bag of poo, and still manage to shoot off a text message, but truth be told, it puts my mind at ease to know the little guy won’t be stuck inside - withholding. Jack is a really good dog, but not especially smart. We don’t like to place too many expectations on him. All we ask of him is that he do his duty (Ha! She said doody!) and he can expect a biscuit or other treat when we return to the house.
If you have read this far, I apologize. I am hopeful that tomorrow’s post will have nothing whatsoever to do with poo, but I make no guarantees.