Pocket Full of Poop
Tuesday, December 06, 2011
Yup...not exactly Natasha Bedingfield, sorry.
My run today was a bit more interesting (and easier) than usual. In order to help out a friend, I agreed to run her EIGHT dogs. I ran the first four for just over forty minutes and it was truly the easiest run ever, because unlike my dogs, nobody came to a dead stop to lick their butt or laid down refusing to run after only two houses down from our own. These dogs not only ran with me, they propelled me...yeah, I'll probably feel that tomorrow. The only thing that slowed us down was a combination of my too big pants (with a flashlight and keys in my pocket) constantly falling down and an occasional puppy poop stop. The first two poop incidents were near park barrels and a dumpster...no problem. The final poop was near nothing and in order not to ruin a near perfect run, I did. Ick, ick, icky...I did. I put the poop baggy in my sweatshirt pouch...eew! The gross things we do for our (and for friends') dogs and in the name of fantastic runs. The run was great (when I wasn't thinking about the bag).
The last four dogs were her older (and one very young) crew, who just wanted to walk, which made for a perfect cool down and stretch session for me.
In this season of giving (so cliche, I know) I again see how helping out a friend can sometimes help ourselves out as well, though I am pretty sure the pocketful of poop is optional.