I’ve come to the realization that I enjoy our morning walk more than our afternoon walk.
Yes, typically it’s warmer in the afternoon, but warmer/nicer weather usually means we encounter more people and dogs.
On our morning walks, we do have to contend with folks on their way to work and an occasional dog, but for the most part our walks are peaceful and quiet.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s hard to drag myself out of bed, and motivate myself to get moving.
There’s a lot to be done before we head out the door. The dog’s breakfast has to be set out to defrost, as does the fruit I use in my smoothie. The dogs need their collars and harnesses, I need to get dressed, get my treat and poop bags and grab my phone. (My camera and pepper blaster are usually in the pockets of my jacket.)
True confession. Poop bags are a pain in the ass for me. Pulling it out, yanking it off…(oh dear, this conversation just took a naughty turn, didn’t it?)
Hem, hem…back on track please. This past winter I started grabbing just one or two poop bags, loosening the opening and shoving them in a pocket. It’s much easier when the bag is ready to go, as opposed to standing out in the freezing cold with your nose running from the smell, and having to remove a glove to locate the opening of the bag, in order to pick up a steaming pile.
Luckily the new treat bag I bought has a little pocket in the front and I can shove a couple of bags in there for easy access. I typically load the treat bag for our afternoon walk and because there are limited distractions during the morning, the treats left over from the day before are more than enough.
Last Monday morning after a busy weekend, I rolled out of bed and got started on our routine. Hubby is up when we leave for our walk, but he has already left for work by the time we get back. I wished him a good day and headed out the door.
The dogs chose a route around the block and we had just passed a dog and I reached into my treat bag to reward them. My hands fumbled at my waist, and I gave myself a mental knock on the head, I’d forgotten the treat bag.
She would forget to feed us if I didn’t remind her twice a day.
Then my eyes widened in dawning horror as I realized I also had no poop bags! I began to scour newspaper boxes in hopes of finding a baggie to fit my purpose.
I urged the dogs to move along, “Go, go, go” is the command I use and while I encouraged I was holding my breath as I quickly dialed Hubby’s number. Thankfully he hadn’t left yet so I gave him our location and told him we’d keep walking.
I rushing along the road, “Go, go, go” when Delilah decided to do just that.
So there I stood on the side of the road, waiting for Hubby to bring us a poop bag.
Truth…the thought did cross my mind to just leave it there, but I couldn’t, I mean it was on the lawn of someone who actually waves at me.
Have you ever forgotten an essential item on a walk? How did you manage it?
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