I Hate Cleaning Up Dodgsh!tEvery day I go out into the yard and dispose of the enormous pile of cr@p that my Great Dane leaves for me, but recently it’s been raining, and I’ve been shirking my duties. Today, (now that it’s sunny outside) I was going to go out to her area and clean up, before I had a chance to get washed and dressed, she went back there as usual… and came in the house with cr@p-covered paws and tracked sh!t all over the beige carpeting in my house, and all over my bedspread. I just want to scream!
After changing diapers for 5 kids for years, and both parents for several years while they were invalid and dying, I’m pretty much out of the sh!t business….. But today day has been REALLY special. Even after cleaning up the back yard, she’s somehow finding residual poop to step into, and I’ve been chasing down random areas of dog cr@p everywhere all morning long.
Do you have any idea how difficult it is to wash off the feet of an animal that weighs 20% more than you do and who just won’t cooperate? My horses are more patient about having their feet cleaned than this dog. My back and arms hurt, I’m sliding on the hardwood floors where I missed mopping up puddles of cleaner, and my whole house smells like a waste disposal plant.
I know that having a pet involves cleaning up, but this is ridiculous. If she weren’t such a good dog, I’d have either shot her or myself earlier today… and I know that I still have more ‘surprises’ in store for me!