It's been a hectic two weeks. Too much working leaving me too tired to blog. This week I am making a concerted effort to stop doing three things at one time. So far that is working much better for me.
The wind is back in force today which altered the dog walking schedule. The unseasonable heat had forced us all to walk in the morning. Today it had to be quick before the wind kicked in. I popped out of bed tossed on clothes and away we went.
Typically we walk through the fields first and the dogs do their "business". Yet today we were rushed. Chance decided to do his business on someone's lawn and I was not prepared with a bag for poop duty. My attitude is, oh well. Things happen. It is only a poop, not a big deal.
To the neighbor of the offended lawn it was the straw that broke the camel's back. He pulled in his driveway as we were leaving the scene of the poop.
He screamed at the top of his lungs, "Hey! You aren't going to just leave that there are you?"
"I don't have a bag today", was my reply.
"You are a horrible person for leaving that. It's horrible people like you who ruin it for the rest of us!"
He was screaming even louder. We were already three houses down. Two minutes later he drove up to us in his car, window down, still screaming at the top of his lungs. It was obscene. He threatened to bring his dog over to poop on my yard. That made me laugh as his poor dog never gets a walk so I knew that would never happen. I smiled, mentioned that he might be over reacting as he was still following us in his car; he was driving on the wrong side of the road.
He was beginning to scare me as he was demanding to know where I lived (I had already walked past my house there was no way I wanted this bulbous nosed man with a ginormous anger management problem to know where I lived. I asked if he had been drinking and he turned the car around. He had been so loud that neighbors from all around were coming out of their houses asking him what was wrong. Of course he told them, still screaming. I, the offender waived at them and kept walking.
It was a relief that the people had come out of their homes to see what the commotion was about because I felt safer with them there were to witnesses to his insane behavior. That's when I let down my guard and tears began to roll down my cheeks. Eventually he drove home and I walked back to mine.
I'm not proud of being a poop polluter, maybe pooper for short. It is not my finest moment. Had he offered me a bag I would have gladly picked the thing up. Had he asked politely I would have driven back with a bag after I dropped the dogs off at home. My initial reaction was to bag the thing and drop it off at his doorstep. Vindictive, I know. Frankly, what was a grown man doing home at 7:00 in the morning, un-showered, drinking and driving and obsessing about a poop on his neighbor's lawn?
I figure this man's life must be awful and I shouldn't intentionally add to it. I resigned the following: I will never walk the dogs without my cell, I'll start to carry mace again, and I may, or may not remember a poop bag.