The wrong poop

When we go to the pond, I usually run full pelt up the pathway to it, dive in, jump out and then wait for mummy and daddy to catch up. But yesterday I didn’t reappear after turning into the pond. Mummy called me and I finally popped my head round, but they thought the delay was odd considering I always do the same thing. They didn’t think much more about it and daddy started throwing sticks in the water for me. But then mummy almost stepped on a mountainous poop hiding in the grass. She called daddy over and asked him if he thought it was mine, and suggested that was why I had taken so long to reappear. As I hadn’t had a poop already it made sense, plus it looked fairly ‘fresh’ so she set about picking it up. It took 2 bags. And it was pretty smelly.

I carried on playing in the pond, until a Hungarian Vizsla and we played for a bit. Only we were rushing about so much that we knocked his baby brother and sister over – whoops. They were fine, but mummy and daddy were pretty embarrassed so we quickly headed off. While walking back down the path, I stopped to do a (normal-sized) poop. I’m a one-poop a walk kinda dog, so if I was doing it then, who’s poop did mummy pick up??

Daddy thought it was hilarious, especially as she ended up having to carry all three bags till we found a bin.

I guess the moral of this story is, please pick up your poop!

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