Saturday, June 23, 2007
Oreo's Under the Weather
WARNING: The following entry has dog-related language that some readers may find offensive. Reader discretion is advised.
Yeah, right. Is there even anything called "reader discretion"? Presumably yes since we're always being warned about the advisability of something called "viewer discretion" on our
TV screens.
Anyway, Oreo's a bit sick. Actually, he's pretty much back to normal but this morning he definitely seemed under the weather. As usual, I was up first. I was hoping to sleep in after Oreo had barked at 3:30 in the morning and I was the lucky (stupid?) one to get up, let him out and wait FIFTEEN MINUTES for him to return.
When I got up again at seven, I was greeted with a small pile of dog puke on the living room carpet. Rather than wake up Oreo's two owners (believe me, I was sorely tempted), I fashioned a makeshift shovel from two pieces of cardboard and deposited the bulk of the mess and the cardboard pooper scooper in our city-provided composter.
I then proceeded to sponge mop the offended patch of carpet with warm, soapy water. I blotted the spot with a clean rag and turned the corner of the rug to let it dry better.
Since I had to take my car in for servicing that morning and since a technician was scheduled to show up that morning to check out our phone line, I figured that I better take Oreo for a walk since Cheryl wouldn't get a chance. So I did although I was again questioning who was the owner of this high maintenance dog.
The walk was our usual twenty minute stroll through the neigborhood complete with Oreo's mid-walk stop for a poop. For months I have been lucky and Oreo has done his business in the backyard before we leave. But ever since the back fence was down, he seems to have gotten in the habit of waiting until he's on his walk to defecate. Lucky me.
Except this time he didn't produce his usual pile of poop (notice the crappy alliteration). Instead, he assumed the usual position and voided a small amount of diarrhea. As a conscientious dog owner (or, more accurately, a conscientious dog walker), I always pick up after the pooch. I even had the mandatory plastic bag at the ready. But it didn't take me long to decide that scooping a small amount of diarrhea was not going to be easy or productive. So, for once, I did not stoop and poop. But really, can you blame me?
I'm happy to report that Oreo and I are almost back to normal.
Yeah, right. Is there even anything called "reader discretion"? Presumably yes since we're always being warned about the advisability of something called "viewer discretion" on our
TV screens.
Anyway, Oreo's a bit sick. Actually, he's pretty much back to normal but this morning he definitely seemed under the weather. As usual, I was up first. I was hoping to sleep in after Oreo had barked at 3:30 in the morning and I was the lucky (stupid?) one to get up, let him out and wait FIFTEEN MINUTES for him to return.
When I got up again at seven, I was greeted with a small pile of dog puke on the living room carpet. Rather than wake up Oreo's two owners (believe me, I was sorely tempted), I fashioned a makeshift shovel from two pieces of cardboard and deposited the bulk of the mess and the cardboard pooper scooper in our city-provided composter.
I then proceeded to sponge mop the offended patch of carpet with warm, soapy water. I blotted the spot with a clean rag and turned the corner of the rug to let it dry better.
Since I had to take my car in for servicing that morning and since a technician was scheduled to show up that morning to check out our phone line, I figured that I better take Oreo for a walk since Cheryl wouldn't get a chance. So I did although I was again questioning who was the owner of this high maintenance dog.
The walk was our usual twenty minute stroll through the neigborhood complete with Oreo's mid-walk stop for a poop. For months I have been lucky and Oreo has done his business in the backyard before we leave. But ever since the back fence was down, he seems to have gotten in the habit of waiting until he's on his walk to defecate. Lucky me.
Except this time he didn't produce his usual pile of poop (notice the crappy alliteration). Instead, he assumed the usual position and voided a small amount of diarrhea. As a conscientious dog owner (or, more accurately, a conscientious dog walker), I always pick up after the pooch. I even had the mandatory plastic bag at the ready. But it didn't take me long to decide that scooping a small amount of diarrhea was not going to be easy or productive. So, for once, I did not stoop and poop. But really, can you blame me?
I'm happy to report that Oreo and I are almost back to normal.
