Sirskatesalot and I walked the pooches yesterday. A very, very leisurely 20 minute stroll with me limping behind. It was nice to get outside and move, however slowly. Then Sirbarksalot (little black lab) went to the bathroom. No biggie, normal walk. I take poop bag off leash, clean up and off we go…galump, galump. Then Sirbiggestgoldenontheplanet has to poop. Ok, cool. Another nice break from galumping along. But Sirskatesalot has Sirbiggestgoldenontheplanet and no poop bag. Duh.
“You don’t have a bag?” Sirskatesalot answers, “No, I didn’t notice we only had one.” Great. What to do now? I have one, shit filled poop bag and another gigantic, steaming turd on a neighbor’s lawn. Sirskatesalot is nothing if not resourceful. Remember, he is a skateboarder. He asks for Sirbarksalot’s poop filled bag and opens it, figures a way to scoop up shit from Sirbiggestgoldenontheplanet and makes it all fit! I must say, I am impressed. He didn’t use shoe goo or a skateboard and he didn’t even get any on his hand.