My Date with Easton

Meet Easton:

He belongs to my friend Vicki.

Yesterday, Vicki had an appointment to look at her growing fetus.

That's right folks, she's PREGGERS!!

Kind of a big deal.

Go here to read about all of the "fun" she's having!

Anyway.

She felt bad that she wouldn't be able to get home early enough to take Easton out for a walk.

LUCKILY,

I'm sort of an amazing friend.

So, naturally, I offer to head over after work and walk him for her.

Except...as I put his leash on and step outside for our walk.

I quickly realized that I haven't walked a dog in...oh, I don't know,

clearly too many years to remember.

Things have changed since back in my dog-walking days.

I believe it's unacceptable now to leave dog's poop on the ground, am I correct?

As he's walking me along,

of course he decides to do his business in plain view

just as a perfect family of 3 walk by to see.

So of course I pretend to be looking at my phone and not acknowledge the obvious dog squat.

And of course I'm actually really just taking a picture of him.

Because, hey...that's what I do.

So he's done.

And I'm standing there staring at it.

And I was this close to leaving it.

But the perfect family saw! They were only a few feet away! I couldn't NOT pick it up, right?

So then I did.

And it wasn't pleasant (is it ever?).

I mean, clearly Easton isn't exactly the smallest dog in the world.

So you can imagine the rest.

(If not, don't worry, I have visuals.)

So then I'm that girl.

Walking a dog with a bag of poop in my hand.

Because I didn't know what to do with it.

I couldn't just throw it in some random person's trash can.

What if they saw me do it?

I couldn't just throw it in the bushes, because then that would just defeat the whole purpose.

So I walked about two more blocks and decided the walk was done.

I'm sorry, Easton.

It just wasn't the same once that bag entered the picture.

Back at Vicki's, poop still in tow,

my awesome friend skills kicked in again.

I was kind enough not to take it into her home and stink up her inside trash can 

(because what kind of person would do that?).

So I carefully placed it on her porch rocking chair.

Easton seemed pleased with that idea too.

You're welcome, Vicki.

The walk was strenuous,

and we were tired.

So instead of torturing him with a game of catch or tug-o-war,

we decided Grey's Anatomy was far more important for our health.

So that's what we did.

Don't worry, it may look like he's not watching,

but he was definitely listening intently.

So, Vicki.....

The answer is, "Yes."

I will watch Easton again. 

Any.Time.

You don't even have to ask.

xoxo