Have had 2 dog poo related incidents this week. Shall I share? One is definitely more disgusting than the other. Still want me to share? OK.
The first was on a walk in the woods. We'd just arrived, moments behind another man with two beautiful Golden Retrievers, one white, the other golden, both long, lovely, CLEAN silky fur. It was apparent that they'd both just emptied their bowels, as the owner was trying to open a poo bag (if you've ever tried prising open those flimsy poo bags, you know how IRRITATINGLY annoying they are). Cue Brody's entrance. Another dog! Pant pant - excitement! Race over to play. The dog with the lovely WHITE fur also gets excited and starts to jump around with Brody, having a good play, edging ever closer to the big steaming smelly pile of poo. Woop! Up jumps Brody onto the other dog. Woop! Down goes the dog on her own pile of plop, and then has a good old roll around in it. "Oh no" emanates from both me and the other owner, and I quickly interject the playing to grab Brody by his collar before he too turns from golden to a lovely shade of brown. I apologise, and quicken our step to escape...
The other incident happened just this morning, so it is horrifyingly fresh in my mind. We were on a walk along a grassy hilltop, playing with the ball, when Brody has the poo urge and coopies down. Now, he has a lot of tummy trouble does our Brody, so I am often studying poo to note colour, consistency, etc. This one was passable, and I was just delving in with the poo bag when Brody started swinging his body around still in the squat position. Oh, still more to come then, I think. It is only on the second spin when he also squats to try to chew his bum that I see what is causing his anxiety. A poo joined on to long strands of grass which are still attached to his inner bottom. He clearly doesn't know what to do. I do. My doggy nurse poo assist skills sweep into action. With poo bag in hand, I quickly pull on the offending dangly poo/grass - yank! I expect a smooth slide, but instead the grass breaks off with a tearing noise, but Brody, after the initial shock of what has just happened, seems happy and wants to continue with the ball playing. I'm still grimacing now - after much hand scrubbing.
