Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Things That Go Fling In The Night
Last night, I took Jack out to do his business before bed. It was dark out, but the porch and yard lights were on. The Pastor isn't overly thrilled that we have Jack. He let me get Jack because he loves me, not because he wanted a dog. To keep things as peaceful as possible, I've been trying to be diligent about cleaning up after Jack and keeping the possibilities for fight-starters to a minimum. So last night while I was standing outside, I noticed some doggie doo that needed to be shoveled up. Like I said, it was dark, but I could see just enough to take care of it. I carefully scooped it up and went to the area where, for lack of better words, I fling the poop out of the yard and into the surrounding field/woods.
I'm getting rather good at this "flinging" process. I guess there's an art to it and I'm getting lots of practice. Well, just as I drew the shovel back to give it the ol heave ho, something attacked my foot. I didn't know if it was a rodent or a snake or what. I screamed. I jumped. I was mid-swing with the poop and I have to say, I have no idea where it landed, but it was definitely not in the intended spot. I put the shovel back and ran in the house, happy I had not been eaten alive by whatever came after me.
This morning I was in the yard again (I'm out there a lot these days. Who knew a puppy had so much poo in him.) I wandered over to the scene of the attack last night. As it turned out, my attacker was still there... A piece of chicken wire. To top it off, my shovel full of, um, well, you know...it was everywhere. Oh, poop.