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My very first post…how exciting. I sometimes feel as if my life is sort of like the movie Groundhog’s Day. Wake up, get the kids dressed, get the kids breakfast, make lunches, get a few kids on the bus, get the other one to preschool, pickup from preschool, clean-up, do laundry, get a few kids off the bus, eat dinner, do homework, go to either soccer, gymnastics, or hockey, get the kids bathed, and try and convince them it’s bedtime…yes even though the sun is still out. It does make for a long day and yes it’s tiring, but more than anything, the same thing day in and day out just becomes downright boring.
Today was a little different however. Instead of running inside on the treadmill I decided to run outside with my dogs, one at a time at least. Did I mention that they just turned a year old? This is also the first time they’ve been on a leash this year. Yeah I know I’m a bad dog owner…get over it. I decide to take Coco first because she is the calmest. I get her leash all hooked up and get the little baggie ready just in case she decides to do her business during our run. We start off walking and she’s doing great, getting the hang of it. Now it’s time to pick up the pace and start running. Still doing good…running…running…wait a second…you have got to be kidding me. What kind of stupid dog takes a running crap on the sidewalk, in front of the neighbor’s house that just happens to be home? That would be my dog. Now I have to stop running, bend over and try to pick up the trail of hot mushy dog crap off the sidewalk that just smears. At this point I’m asking myself, what is appropriate after you have picked up the large chunks? Do I continue to try and scrape off any smeared remains or just save face and start running again? Just in case you were wondering, I did try to scrape and that wasn’t working so I just kept on running. We ran straight back to the house where I dropped her off from her first and last run of her life. I love her to death but I’ve always said she is definitely special. I think she has gone FULL TART (Tropic Thunder).
So what exactly is the moral of this story? I’m not really sure just yet. But what I do know is that even though it’s only 10:00 in the morning, this could very well be the biggest highlight of my day…and that’s scary!
Just a day in the life…
I am very proud of you and how well you handle all of it. A great family and a good husband. I love you and you will always be my rose ! Love Uncle Jim
ReplyDeleteWait a minute...I thought the dogs only poop in our yard?!? So tell me, how far did you actually run today ;)
ReplyDeleteThis is funny...as you may already know, I'm typically rushing to most everything so I was skimming your post and actually thought the first few words were 'my first poop' :)
ReplyDeleteThat is too funny!! I can relate to feeling as though your life is like the movie, Groundhog's Day! I didn't know you were a runner! How cool!!
ReplyDeleteAimee
I am a fan of the story and photo. I would have probably just grabbed what I could before starting into a sprint to escape the neighbor. Great job on your first of many blog posts!
ReplyDeleteI am a fan of the story and photo. I would have probably just grabbed what I could before starting into a sprint to escape the neighbor. Great job on your first of many blog posts!
ReplyDeleteha ha ha that is an awesome story, dogs, running, poop - some of my favorites
ReplyDeleteWas that my house Coco decided to let loose in front of? Just remember, we are all in the Groundhog's Day with you. One big happy family, I guess it depends on the day?
ReplyDeleteLove Mom
Ok…I will definitely be taking into consideration all of the above techniques for any future dog poop incidents.
ReplyDeleteKarin, when you run it’s not the distance that really matters but rather the love and effort you put into it…hahaha! I’m just kidding. But, to answer your question I’ve been running about 3 miles…not a lot…but it’s a start.
No mom you were not the neighbor that she chose. But don’t feel bad because she still prefers your yard over ours ;)
I knew you would love the picture Justin. Thank you for all your help getting me started with my blog.