And yet not all bad.
It started with an early morning trip to take the dog I'm dog-sitting out for a walk. On said walk, I discovered said dog had diarrhea. Upon return to his house said dog shook big old droplets of poop all over the entry way. Which I had to sniff out and wipe up. Then I retreated, quite sure I would return to a house full of poop. Fortunately, that was not the case.
I enjoyed a pleasant trip to the farmer's market where I exercised restraint and didn't buy any more plants to add to the still unplanted primrose and oregano I purchased last week.
Once home I raced inside and quickly changed into lawn mowing clothes. I needed to take advantage of the first and last dry day for a while. But alas, bad mower karma is making the rounds and the mower would not stay running. After three unsuccessful attempts, I was out of ideas and energy. My motivation sapped, I elected to spend the next several hours basking in front of the boob tube while every single other one of my neighbors mowed their lawns to rival professional golf courses.
After another trip to let out Diarrhea Dog (who you'll be pleased to know experienced no further bowel movements, indoors or out) I decided on the spur of the moment to head out to Second Home Nature Center for short walk. Clearly, I could use some fresh air.
3 comments:
Bummer about the diarrhea, droplets, AND mower. Perhaps it was all just a sign that you needed to chill today? Not all was lost. Think of all the posts in the recent past where such relaxing was prohibited with all the work you had to do :)
Lawnmowers and poopy dogs can be quite trying. Having the right man around can be helpful (but not always). I'm lucky right now to have one that does all that. Not pooping inaprpriately, just mowing the lawn.
I have been too traumatized just reading this post to even comment. Droplets of poop is not a phrase I need to keep reading. Gah.
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