It has been beautiful outside lately, so I joined Amanda and the kids for a walk the other day. While we were in the back end of our neighborhood though, we noticed a little terrier-type dog with a green sweater walking down the middle of the road. There didn't seem to be anyone else nearby who was paying any attention to it, and I figured if the owner was around, then he/she probably would have been trying to prevent the pooch from playing chicken with the traffic.
As it neared us, I got down on my haunches and motioned it over, which it surprisingly did! It's tag indicated the name of "Bailey", and we recognized the address on the other side of the tag as being in our neighborhood. So I scooped it up and we proceeded to hunt down the owner and return Bailey to his family.
The dog seemed comfortable and happy enough with me holding him, but unfortunately I was getting a little uncomfortable with his stinky smell wafting up into my nostrils. Then, about halfway to our destination, the smell began to get a whole lot worse. I shifted Bailey's weight higher up onto my arm, and observed brown smears on my hand. The dog had shit on me!!
Luckily it wasn't a large volume of poo, as it wasn't running down my arm and under the rolled up sleeves of my shirt or anything. But I forced myself to continue holding this crappy, stinky dog for another entire block.
When we finally arrived at our destination, the owner (a lady in her mid to upper 50s) was grateful. Before we departed though, I requested a wet paper towel or something to wipe the bulk of the excrement off of me, to which she happily obliged. I guess getting pooped on is a small price to pay to help make the world a little better place, especially for the holidays.
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