WATCH YOUR STEP....

Here's something I hate, stepping in dog shit. Don't you? Especially if you wear your shoe inside. I've never had the unfortunate chance to step in dog shit barefoot, luckily. And those who know me know I'd flip the fuck out if that happened. I could just imagine it squishing through my toes and getting in my toenails. EWW! Anyways, it sucks, doesn't it? Because cleaning it off isn't fun. First you drag your foot around in the grass to get as much as you can off so you don't have to touch it right away. Then you have to get a stick and scrape off what you can. Then what? Get the hose and try to wash it off. Plus it's kinda brown, but it's also kinda yellow and you wonder if the dog was eating mustard or something. But it's worse when you're inside just sitting around and you smell something, then it hits you, "It's dog shit!" And you check your shoes and see it. So you panic because you realize you may have tracked it all through the house. But have you noticed that when there's a group of you and everyone smells it and you all check your shoes, aren't you relieved when it isn't you? Yes you are. It's not winning the lottery by any means, but you do feel like good fortune was smiling on you for a brief second, right? The worse part is I really want a dog of my own at some point, but I don't think I could handle needing a mine detector to walk through my yard. I'm joking, I'd clean up my dog's shit. I'd be gagging the entire time, but I'd do it.