The dogs must go to the groomer today- Ms. Beverly- bless her, bless her, bless her.
I want to take them and never pick them up.
When I got up this morning, I cleaned up five poops and three pees.
Ah, how I love the smell of Fabuloso and dog shit in the morning.
I try to imagine what my life would be like if I didn't do poop-yoga every morning, stretching, bending, retrieving, scrubbing, the sound of the waste basket going Sproing! when I pop it open. I wonder what my life would be like without these dogs.
And if you're looking for a "oh, they make my life so much richer!" sort of reply, go look somewhere else.
I'm sorry. It's Martin Luther King Day. I should be writing about him, not dog poop.
Forgive me. I shouldn't even mention that great man in the same post as dog poop.
Well, he was a man and if he ever had dogs, he would understand.
I am glad he lived. I am glad he had a dream. I am glad we were blessed with his presence on earth while he was here. I mourn his horrible death. I know his dream lives on and that the world is a far better place because of it but that his work is not done and it is up to the rest of us to continue it.
Dogs and their poop are just an annoyance. Prejudice and inequality under the law and cruelty based on skin color and human differences are wrong and a sin. I think that like so many things, it all boils down quite simply to love and respect and that as simple as that sounds, we have no idea what those two things really mean, most of us.
Some of us do.
Dr. King did.
He showed that. He told that. He was one of those people filled up with the god thing.
All right. That's what I have to say this morning.