Piles of Fun

I had an interesting scenario happen to me last night … well at 4 AM this morning. The incident was in and of itself, rather unpleasing. It is of such a nature that I promised I would lay off the graphic details for a while, but it reminded me of something that happened a couple of years ago that should be slightly less disgusting and a little more humorous.

When Eve was a puppy, we had a difficult time with her eating poo. I don’t mean the fuzzy little bear named Winnie either.

We had to watch her constantly, pick up everything that came out, make sure we watch Samdog, etc because if it was out, she was going to find it and eat it.

I was in the back yard one early spring afternoon and I was raking leaves. H decided it would be nice for Eve to get some fresh air, so she locked her in the back yard fence with me and just let her run around while I worked. I continued raking and paid little attention to her as I enjoyed the spring day. It was probably about 10 minutes later that I noticed my normally hyper dog, who would be running around trying to chew something, was parked in one place just going frantic. She was in a pile of leaves with her head buried about 6 inches below the surface and not thinking of coming up for air. My mind immediately went to poo.

I rushed to the leave pile and picked her up, not seeing any evidence of the offending product, I began to wonder if my concern was unfounded and I was just being paranoid. I held her face up to mine wondering if I could perhaps catch a whiff of any unpleasant scent that may have lingered around her snout.

It was about that time that she let out the biggest sneeze I have ever seen a dog make. My suspicions were immediately confirmed as my entire face was covered with the nastiest smell I had EVER encountered.

Now I usually have a pretty iron stomach when it comes to unpleasing aromas, but this just about did me in. My nose was about 2 inches from her, mouth slightly open, eyes looking intently for remnants; to say I was completely caught off guard doesn’t begin to express my unpreparedness for what I had just experienced. I was just about to toss me lunch in the back yard when I recovered my composure.

So boys and girls, learn from my mistake and never ever check your doggie for that offense in this particular fashion.