Some days I need a little inspiration to get up from my desk and take a break from work. Wado Dog offers just the thing I need–especially on blue sky days with everything in blossom. So today he came running with tail and tongue wagging with my announcement Wado Walk! We started down the street towards town (we usually go up the hill). I thought we might stop by the new organic market and grab some soup. We pass a couple houses with dogs that try to attack Wado Dog through the fence. He doesn’t pay them much mind. What a good dog! All his past sins are forgiven. (read about them here) We make it down to the light and I push the cross walk button. Suddenly Wado Dog spots a cat on the other side. He lurches into the traffic catching me off guard and I fall in front of a now swerving and honking car. Somehow I still have a hold of the leash and pull him back onto the sidewalk. Blood soaks through my pants leg and I pull it up to find a giant scrape. I think about turning back. I think about cauliflower soup and decide to continue. I’ve seen dogs tied just outside the market sitting patiently. Maybe Wado Dog won’t bark too much while I’m inside? Maybe he’ll be good? But before we get to the store there’s business to be had and I find a nice little grassy area. I pull out my plastic bag…wait for it…and reach down to clean up the mess when suddenly Wado Dog lunges at I don’t even know what. I loose my balance and fall right–into–the–poop. It’s all over both hands. Still somehow I managed to keep the leash. Oh crap Wado Dog! No! The leash knocks into my leg and it’s all over my pants too. So what am I to do? I walk home in a stink. I use the hose on my hands and leash. Take a shower. Peroxide my knee. Wash my clothes. Then back to work. Really it’s not his fault, right?
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