Playing with my puppies outside, I was too busy to pick up the fresh pile of poop. I rammed a foot-long stick in the ground like a flag pole to remind me where to go when I had the scooper in hand.
I had not even turned to leave the flagged pile when MoJo ran up (MoJo rarely runs, unless it’s for food- she is most certainly her mommy’s girl) tipped her smiling little face, snagged the stick out of the ground and took off, just out of my reach.
She growled, hopped, and grinned and teased, begging me to chase her for the prized poop stick….so I did. Who can resist a good game of chase-the-dog-around-the-yard?
[Side note: this is a VERY bad idea – always teach your dog to chase YOU. It’s very difficult to catch most dogs, especially if you’re as slow as I am and some day you’ll need your pooch to come to you and they will only want to play the “chase me” game. It’s aggravating, could be dangerous and, trust me on this one, can make you very late for work.]
The real humiliation is not that my slightly chubby, 5 year old lazy Samoyed beat me in every round of “chase me,” but that I still haven’t picked up the poo. I’m destined to find the pile with my shoe, in the dark early one morning while I’m trying to get MoJo to load in the car quickly because I’m running late for work and she is going to double dog dare me to run around trees chasing after her. I’ll play.
