Yuck!

 

Why don't people pick up after their animals??? We have doggie bags and disposal stations not five feet away from the grass!!

Yesterday I picked up my friend's dog from the hospital. I took him to the designated dog relief area in front of our condo. He wouldn't go, but I guess - well, I KNOW I stepped in dog poop in my dress shoes while hoping he would do his thing. Didn't realize it until much later when I was driving in the car to meet Janya for happy hour, burning up in the Texas heat with the windows down. By then I had already walked into the condo, across the tile, into our bedroom, and kicked my poopy shoes way into the closet.

When it was time to leave for happy hour I put the shoes back on. Thinking back on it, I did get a whiff of something unpleasant, but I was in such a hurry, I didn't think about it until I was gagging in the car all the way down Richmond Avenue.

When I got to Pappasito's, I scraped and scraped my shoes on the curb, in the grass, but to no avail. I couldn't get it all off. I just prayed no one at the table would notice. Most of it was off, though.

When I got home, I left the shoes outside the door. I'm sure our apartment manager isn't too thrilled about that. Anyway, after showering this morning and wearing different clothes and shoes today, of course, I can still smell it at work. I have checked about 20 to 30 times today and there is absolutely nothing on these shoes, of course. It is driving me crazy and making me feel extremely self-conscious today because I think everyone thinks I smell like dog poop.

I hope that none of you were reading this vent post during lunch and that you all have a terrific Labor Day weekend!

Peace,

~e~