I try to always be honest with you but there is one shame I have yet to divulge. It’s a shame so bad you may never look at me the same way again. Much worse than feeding kibble or only owning one collar. Worse even than my addiction to Hell’s Kitchen.
Yes, it’s that bad.
I don’t always pick up Shiva’s poop.
I know, I know, I know. But please, before you shake your head in disgust and vow never to click on this blog again, please hear me out.
Shiva and I walk through a lot of forests. Because we don’t have to worry about deadly snakes or poisonous spiders, I usually let her roam freely through the trees. It’s our favourite way to walk. Me on the path, she jumping over logs and tearing through the brush. When I picture my happy place, this is what automatically comes to mind. She always keeps me in sight and her recall is now solid enough I don’t worry about her taking off.
Sometimes on these forest adventures is when Shiva realizes she needs to, uh, evacuate her bowels. If she happens to be on or near the path, I always pick up the poop she leaves behind. That’s why I always have bags on me. I don’t like stepping in poop anymore than anybody else. Also, I know that if I’d like to keep walking my dog in these places I need to be responsible. I don’t want to be the person that ruins it for everyone else. A dog park in the city has already closed for this exact reason.
However, if Shiva is way way way out in the thick of the brush, where there are many stumps and branches I am bound to injure myself on, my scooping policy slides a little. Is anyone going to be bothered by it anyway?
I know. Bad, lazy dog owner.
Last Friday Go Pet Friendly wrote a mind-blowing post about dog poop. The authors of the blog vowed to not only always pick up their own dogs’ leavings, but to pick up the poop of dogs they don’t even know. While I don’t get creeped out by Shiva’s poop, the idea of touching stranger poop definitely makes my skin crawl. If these people can do such a brave thing in the name of responsible dog ownership, what does that make me?
A gigantic heel.
So it’s time to make my own vow. I am not sure I can promise to pick up stranger poop – baby steps – but I promise to always crawl through the twigs and over the fallen logs to pick up Shiva’s poop. I am a changed person now. And it’s all thanks to the poop fairy.
Just so you don’t spend all weekend hating me, here is a short video of my dog being cute. We all deserve second chances, right?