Last week, for two days, I puppy-sat for this cutie pie little shar pei the neighbors had. It wasn’t housetrained yet, but who cares, that puppy was a bundle of love.
This morning I realized that I didn’t have enough coffee for Big Guy’s morning coffee. I slipped on this big shirt I have over my T-shirt, in the dark, so I wouldn’t wake Big Guy up, and headed off to the Wal-Mart that is open 24/7.
I’m strolling around the aisles; buying a few things, get the coffee and head up to the registers. People look at me and I smile but they keep looking away. I’m thinking what a bunch of ornery morning jerks. Even the cashier was in a hurry with me.
I go out to my car and load the stuff in the trunk and my hand brushes against something on the front of my shirt.
There, stuck on my shirt was a dried puppy turd. Stuck right where you would pin a corsage, was a dried curly-cued puppy turd.
Didn’t I start my day off weird or what?
I wonder what those people thought? Did they think I was making a political statement of some kind? Did they think I wallowed in poop?
I’ve never seen a dried dog turd on anybody, until now, myself. Would I of said something to them I wonder?
Jeez, what a weird thing to have happen.