My hands were empty when I arrived home. Lucy was with me, but the poop bag I’d been holding was no longer with me.
Literal and figurative CRAP! I thought. I, who rail against people who don’t pick up after their dogs had left, had left my own pick-uppage behind.
There was nothing else to do. Poor Lucy looked confused as we went out once more, retracing the path we had just taken. Fortunately, the sun was out and there were sniffs to be sniffed and her perplexity was soon replaced by curiosity and interest at each blade of grass.
Before too long, a flash of pink appeared up ahead on the sidewalk.
Ironic that I dropped it near someone’s trash cans.
With my goal in sight I urged Lucy forward a little more quickly until I picked up the offending bag. At that point, Lucy and I slowed down, enjoying a more leisurely pace as we completed our walk around the neighborhood on this beautifully sunny Spring Break day.
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I can think of so many people who would have said, “Oh well,” and not bothered to go back looking. I like how Lucy’s perplexity was soon replaced by the wonders of the outside world. Two walks in a row. Wow! What a treat.
Beautifully written, especially the first two paragraphs! Favorite: “left my own pick-uppage behind.”
Yikes! I am also one of those people who rails against people who don’t pick up after their animals, but this is above and beyond! My dog, Star, would have been thrilled at the added minutes of walking; even at 11, she can never get enough!
I enjoyed reading this. I heard on the radio recently a discussion on this topic in Portland. We live in a condo and are amazed at how people don’t pick up after their dogs.
Great dedication. And everything is so green in your picture. I’m a bit envious. Our green poop bags would be hard to spot in your environment!
What a bummer that you dropped it, but kudos to you for going back to pick it up!!
Your pun means I cannot resist the urge to commend you (and Lucy) for giving a crap.