Meet Trace. Hi, Trace. Trace was my first dog that was all mine. I got him from a breeder in Oklahoma...in what I now think was a puppy mill. Whoops. Trace was huge for a King Charles Spaniel (about 25 pounds when they're normally 10-15), and Trace had bad knees. I had to get them both replaced before he was a year and a half old. In fact, I was still paying those knees off when he died. Unexpectedly. One of the worst days of my life was when I walked in from outside and found him dead on the floor. Terrible. If this has ever happened to you, I feel your pain and anguish. Little Tracers wasn't even three when this happened. Thankfully, I had some great times with Trace, and I will never forget him.
This is not really one of those times, but it's a funny story. I had to take Trace for daily walks or he would go crazy. The dog had some incredible pent-up energy that he saved for when I got home and was exhausted. We were near the end of our walk, going down my street, and Trace stopped to do his business. You know how some dogs kick at the grass when they're done to try and bury it? I still don't understand this move because it's never buried, but Trace had a bad habit of not moving away before he started kicking. Usually I saw this coming and could drag him away, but I was giving him a little privacy and not paying attention. Do you know where this is going?
He kicked the poo onto my leg. Fresh poo. Bare leg. Warm poo. Onto. My. Leg. OMG doesn't even begin to describe it. I was disgusted and horrified and not very happy. Thankfully (or not depending on how you look at it), I was wearing capri pants, so I took a bag (I always carried these) and scraped it off my leg and cleaned up the rest of it. I was mad but the farther I walked, the less mad I became. In fact, about 5 houses down the street I started laughing. It was so gross but so funny. How many of you can say that your dog has kicked his own poo onto your bare leg? Not an experience I'd like to repeat mind you.
This is not really one of those times, but it's a funny story. I had to take Trace for daily walks or he would go crazy. The dog had some incredible pent-up energy that he saved for when I got home and was exhausted. We were near the end of our walk, going down my street, and Trace stopped to do his business. You know how some dogs kick at the grass when they're done to try and bury it? I still don't understand this move because it's never buried, but Trace had a bad habit of not moving away before he started kicking. Usually I saw this coming and could drag him away, but I was giving him a little privacy and not paying attention. Do you know where this is going?
He kicked the poo onto my leg. Fresh poo. Bare leg. Warm poo. Onto. My. Leg. OMG doesn't even begin to describe it. I was disgusted and horrified and not very happy. Thankfully (or not depending on how you look at it), I was wearing capri pants, so I took a bag (I always carried these) and scraped it off my leg and cleaned up the rest of it. I was mad but the farther I walked, the less mad I became. In fact, about 5 houses down the street I started laughing. It was so gross but so funny. How many of you can say that your dog has kicked his own poo onto your bare leg? Not an experience I'd like to repeat mind you.