Don't judge me... I do what I need to do to get by. Barely. By some stretches of the imagination, I might be considered lazy. But thanks to a good sense of humor and no sense of shame, I'm totally ok telling on myself. And more often than not, my short cuts come back to bite me in the @$$ anyway.
Last Saturday morning, the temperature was somewhat brisk and the skies were dumping buckets full of rain in preparation for the freak snow storm that came through later that evening. Since I was feeling a slight twinge of guilt for having asked B to take the dogs out every morning that week, I decided to get my day started when Oscar sounded his alarm at the painfully early hour of 6 a.m. and I took the boys out. Partially due to my own laziness, but mostly due to the fact that it was monsooning, I opted to set the filled poo bags by the back steps rather than walking them to the poo-recepticle around the front of the building. (FIRST OF ALL... if the landlord prefers we walk the dogs out back, then why is the doggy doo depot in the FRONT?! Please... and thanks.)
Well, I forgot about the poo bags until about Tuesday morning. B was away on a work trip, so I found myself, again, on early morning potty duty. Just as I let the boys off their leashes to run out and do their business, I spotted my prize-filled green bags by the back steps. Again feeling somewhat lazy and not yet quite awake, I decided a trip to the front of the building was not likely to happen. And since it was still dark and I couldn't hear anyone lingering near, I carefully picked up the very ripe bags, peeked out to my left; peeked out to my right, and launched them into the woods.
I heard them land and a half a second later, Doodle was dashing into the trees to see what was there. Mother of God... it was 6 a.m., pitch-damn-black and poorly lit in the back of the building, colder than the North Pole... and I had to go find a DARK BROWN DOG among the trees? But first, I had to stop laughing...
Fortunately, I didn't have to go far. Doodle quickly returned, toting a sapling I'm sure he uprooted. All I had to say was, "Who wants noms?" Too easy.
