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My dogs only need me for warmth, food and picking up poop
I came downstairs after a meeting the other day and smelled a familiar smell. It was unpleasant, earthy, verdant. It was dog poop.
I’ve been fortunate the past year to work from home because, for one thing, I get to hang out with our dog, ‘lil Mikey Bloomberg. He’s a toy poodle who likes to cuddle on our laps. That’s what lap dogs do. They are good at it.
I Like Dogs
I like dogs and they are always welcome in our home. Mikey, a rescue, adjusted within a couple of weeks and hasn’t had any accidents in the house since then.
Our adult son (not a rescue) lives with us, working from home. In December, he got a puppy, Ollie, an Australian Shepherd. They like to herd things. That’s what herding dogs do. It’s great if you’re a sheep, not so great for everyone else.
But he’s cute and playful which goes a long way towards loving the little guy.
Ooh That Smell
Back to that familiar, unpleasant smell: I immediately suspected Ollie was the culprit. When I found the scene of the accident, it was much worse than I feared. Not only was it a sizable pile of poop, but someone stepped in it and tracked it across the room.
