Today, despite the title, has actually been a good day (so far! It's only 3:15 after all...) just a poopy one.
First, I learned that dogs don't take well to clementines (my new craving.) I gave Pippin a couple (seemingly) harmless slices last night but not more, just in case they didn't agree with him. You might think I'm crazy, but this dog eats everything but mushrooms, lettuce and olives.
Anyway, apparently when Matt got him up this morning, he had pooped all in his crate, so we had to wash his stuff and I think we'll need to wash him too as he has a mildly lingering scent of poop. How do we know it was the clementines? Because it got digested untouched. Literally.
I wanted to take a nap this morning, I was so tired, but then Pippin would have wanted to jump up on the bed with me, and being in his poopy state, I didn't want that to happen, so no nap for me. I'll have to see what Matt and I can do about it later.
Anyway, that was poop episode #1.
Then we raked the leaves and it was so nice to have reclaimed the backyard, that I decided to mow the lawn. And somehow when I was whipping the cord out of the way of the lawnmower, one poopy part of the cord landed on my nice beige coat and got poop on it. I wimpered.
And when I was done mowing the lawn, I checked my shoes, and sure enough, more poop. Apparently I stepped in it!
So there was Pippin, whining to come outside and run amock as we set up the Christmas lights, but I was just not feeling any sympathy to the poor creature who (I seriously think) was trying to convince us that he'd die then and there if we didn't let him join us. Poor thing! I wasn't thinking, "Poor thing" at the time though. Matt tried to tell me it wasn't Pippin's fault, and that I had essentially jumped into his toilet and blamed him for it (I don't know where these analogies come from!) but I wasn't hearing any of it.
Anyway, I'm over it now. I spot-cleaned the (minimal amount of) poop on my coat so all is well, and I do feel rather sorry for my puppy who I think is not feeling well. Maybe I should apologize about the clementines, but then, I think he thought it was worth it anyway. He sure loved them going down!
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