Imagine you get up at 5:40 AM, eat some quick fruit, do some exercise with dumb bells, a bit of yoga, and then after a few more bites of fruit take your bestie out for a morning walk. The world is very wet from 24 hours of rain the day before, but at least it isn’t falling from the sky. My fur coat wearing friend takes off running for the park area only pausing at each drive way to see if I’m going to yell or let her go full speed today. It was a full speed kind of morning.
I only throw the frisbee for a good 10-15 minutes because my receiver has had a bum leg for the last few days and today was the first day back in action. I’m stoked. Feeling great to have so much accomplished and the day has barely even started. My spasms have been SO MUCH BETTER since getting the kidney out in July allowing me to actually exercise and have a life again. More on that some other day.
I see Annie drop some treasures by the mailboxes and like I do every single time, I make my way over to pick it up. I am obsessed with picking up after my dog simply because I can’t stand other people that don’t. I don’t want to be a hypocrite so wheelchair be damned, I’ll get that poo. I’ve fallen more times than I’d like to admit, but luckily that didn’t happen today. Nope I did not fall out of my chair picking up dog poo.
I did however roll thru some other persons dog poo getting to my dogs poo. I didn’t realize it of course until it was all over my wheels, then my sweatshirt, my gloves, and finally the rest of my clothes. If your windows rattled in NC this AM it was probably me yelling “Oh darn”. I’m pretty sure I saw some children start crying at my “darns”. Children know more curse words than I do.
I was pissed. I started to yell at Annie even though it wasn’t her fault. I stopped and realized I was allowing something stupid to mess my day up. What is the point?? The person who left the literal crap behind didn’t care I was mad. They will most likely never know cause they suck. Karma should kill them. Soon I hope. I stopped being mad, but never said I wasn’t holding a grudge.
I went home, stripped down (let that image soak in), got into the shower, pulled my wheels in and scrubbed them down, dried everything off, and in about an hour was all cleaned up. It took longer than just swapping shoes like most people if they step in some dog poo, but my life carried on just fine. I thought of the monk carrying the woman and decided to leave that shit where it belonged. Behind those mailboxes three blocks away.
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