Lately, I’ve been on a tear about the proper way to walk a dog. There is one matter I have not touched upon because I thought it was intuitive. Apparently, it is not. While walking my own dogs in my neighborhood, I have recently had to sidestep many piles of dog poop.
Here is a recent conversation between me and my wife as we were out walking our two dogs, Kelsey and Royce:
“Where do you want to eat dinner tonight?”
“I don’t know. How about—watch it! Poop!”
“I see it. We could go to that Vietnamese place on—LOOK OUT! You almost stepped in that one.”
“Thanks. That Vietnamese place is nice, but we just had Chinese on Tues . . .man, look at that pile!”
“Let’s not talk about dinner anymore. I’ve lost my appetite.” (more…)
