Tacky title… but yes, Karma is (indeed) a Bitch! Lemme explain.
We have a dog. His name is Willy.
Willy walks us daily.
Walk, Willy walk.
Willy poops about 3 times on a 2.5 mile walk.
Poop, Willy, Poop.
Sometimes, if it’s in a grassy open-space area, we do what we like to call a “faux” pick-up. We pretend to pick it up, but we let nature take its course… Don’t judge! The only thing worse than a faux pick-up is when Willy decides to do a fourth poop, in front of a neighbor’s home, and we are out of poop bags. The faux pick-up is really intended for the greater good. It has nothing to do with laziness.
Last week, I took Willy for a walk. As we entered the street just South of ours, Willy decided to lay poop #1. Doh! We are talking 10 houses away.
I swear he does this on purpose! While he was doing his business, I sorted through my 3 Walmart bags I’m a good steward of our environment… why buy poop bags when you can recycle bags from Walmart? I got poised and ready to do the responsible pet-owner thing. I’ve done this at least a thousand times… I wrapped the bag around my hand, and bent over to pick up his doody.
While Willy was kicking dust and dirt into my face (why do big dogs do that after they poo?) I felt a warmer-sensation-than-usual on my pick-up hand.
There was a hole in the baggy, Dear Liza, Dear Liza. A hole in the baggy, Dear Liza, a hole! (hopefully some readers out there remember this little camp-fire sing-a-long!)
For those of us (yes, I’m one) who LOVE nature… and HATE it when we stumble upon a dog poo in the open-space… please know that what comes around DOES, indeed, go around. I’ve now paid my penance, in full, for my misguided doody pick-up. My solution is to carry 4 bags on my 2.5 mile walk.
Karma, as they say, is a bee-yatch!
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