09 April 2012 ~ 0 Comments

Are You Tired Of Poodie Duty?

My husband and I have had dogs as part of our family for almost 30 years. That’s a lot of Poodie. That’s what we call it, you may have your own cute little term for dog feces. UCH!

We used to live on an acre with lots of woods behind our house. Our dogs were nice enough to find their little bathroom spots in the woods and we didn’t have to worry about cleaning up after them.

We now live in downtown Asheville and doggie doo etiquette is….you clean up after your dog. We have a small fenced in backyard so I have to clean up Frito’s little area often or he won’t go potty down there.

When we take walks downtown we carry little bags with us so we can pick up the doo doo. It’s just what you do as a dog owner if you live downtown or even visit downtown with a dog. It’s what you’re supposed to do as a responsible citizen.

I get quite riled up when I see piles of yuck on the sidewalk for everyone to step in. This is not cute, or nice and it infuriates me.

In fact, we have a neighbor who lets her dog go on the front lawn of one of the churches downtown.  Grrrrr……..pick up the doodie lady!  There’s nothing nicer than stepping in a pile of doo doo with your high heels on Easter morning on your way into the church right?

Next time I see her I’m going to hand her a baggie and ask her if she forgot hers.

For the past 30 years, I’ve been the head of Poodie Patrol in our family. I’m not sure how or why I got stuck with this job but it has always been my responsibility to pick up after the dog.

In fact, I’m the one who bathes, feeds, brushes and takes care of the dog most of the time and Frito adores my husband. I always come in second when Frito decides it’s snuzzle time. He will always pass my lap by for my husbands.  Isn’t that the way it usually is? The nerve of the beast.

The last few times my husband and I took Frito for a walk my husband picked up the poodie. I was shocked and amazed! This was really something. Hallelujah praise the lord! Oh joyful day.

I declared right then and there that I had passed the poodie baton on to my husband. It was now his job.

Don’t ask me why it took me so long to figure this one out. All I had to do was ask my husband to pick up the doo doo and he would have done it. He was just waiting for me to ask. I didn’t ask so he didn’t think I cared.

He used to say to me, “You love dog doo.” Are you kidding me? Because I pick the stuff up, you think I like it? What kind of craziness is that?

My walks are more joyful now because I have help in the poodie department. I laugh out loud every time my husband picks up a poopie because I know he doesn’t like to do it either. He tries to act like it’s no big deal, but he is Mr. Clean and I know better. We just look at each other and laugh.

Now my husband knows what I’ve been dealing with for 30 years. It’s his time to bask in the joy of poodiedum.

Here’s another joy tip.

If you’ve been doing Poodie Patrol for years, I suggest you ask your significant other to carry the torch for a while. They may accept their new assignment joyfully and willingly, which will increase your joy. All you have to do is ask.

 

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