Late one night this week, Vimy climbed up a high, six foot snow bank in a neighbour's driveway, to make his deposit. He had picked up their dog's scent, wouldn't you know. Right at the top!! I therefore had to scramble up that snowbank, mostly on my hands and knees, in order to retrieve it. The snow was hard as rock, and I scraped my knee coming down, since I wasn't dressed for poop climbing, for crying out loud. There was NO WAY I could have "forgotten" that one! I would never not SCOOP, even at the risk of injuring myself, and regardless of whether a neighbour 👀 is looking out his or her window, witnessing Vimy's misdemeanour.
Vimy and I were returning home from a long walk Friday, the temperature a balmy 11 degrees outside, when friends driving by in their truck stopped to chat. My friend's husband rolled down the window, and we had quite a long chat, with me leaning in at times, so I could better see my friend, the passenger. Vimy was getting restless and had pulled on his leash to the extent that it came right off. It was only when that happened, that I realized I had "forgotten" something, AGAIN! I had been standing there ALL this time, with a bag of doggie doo right there in my left hand, (contents hot off the press too!) right by the open window and basically UNDER the driver's nose. I have little to no sense of smell, which can be a blessing at times... and a bit embarrassing at times.
While driving home from snowshoeing, and cruising down a hill, I spotted something green nestled between my hood and my windshield. "Sh%?! What is that?" was my first thought. Then I realized that THAT WAS exactly what it was. I had picked up Vimy's deposit shortly after we headed out snowshoeing, returning and throwing it quickly on Jiminy's roof. I didn't have time to dig around for the keys to my locked car, and figured I would pick up the bag upon my return. OF course, I TOTALLY "forgot about it" and jumped into the car. Well, the strong winds that day, must have pushed the bag off the roof and onto the windshield. That is where the bag of poop stayed lodged, while I drove home very slowly. The last thing I needed was a bag of S?&% flying around.
I think I am going to have to train Vimy to attend to his needs in his own yard. This is too much stress!
O Lovely Lady. You do have your adventures. Vimy can be trained to use his own yard. We can talk about that. Hugs.
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