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It was black outside, the rain torrential. Off I set with the dogs into the deluge.
As usual, the Dane refused to poop..hates the rain. The poodle, of course, did what she needed to do, so I left her home. Determined to wait the Dane out, I walked up and down, up and down on the grass. Few dog walkers were out in the weather. The Dane got more and more miserable.
An hour went by, and I discovered that there is a leaky seam in my jacket…so I got wetter and wetter. I walked to the park. No luck, just the Dane looking like a five-year old who had just been told there was no Santa. More walking, up and down, up and down. Dane now so miserable she ignores other dogs.
Eventually, WHITE SMOKE OVER THE VATICAN, she decides to do the deed, on a pile of wet autumn leaves. I bend down to retrieve the product, but mistook some fallen leaves for the target, and step in the poop. Now I have to walk home in the rain, swearing under my breath, ( and over it)…
Get to to door, take off shoes outside,drag the dane to the kitchen before she can shake herself all over the wallpaper, and then spend fifteen minutes with a disposable tooth brush cleaning my shoes.
By this stage the kitchen is in a fug of steaming wet dog.
Of course, the dog is now perfectly happy and relaxed. I am thinking of the scene with the wood chipper in Fargo……..
As usual, the Dane refused to poop..hates the rain. The poodle, of course, did what she needed to do, so I left her home. Determined to wait the Dane out, I walked up and down, up and down on the grass. Few dog walkers were out in the weather. The Dane got more and more miserable.
An hour went by, and I discovered that there is a leaky seam in my jacket…so I got wetter and wetter. I walked to the park. No luck, just the Dane looking like a five-year old who had just been told there was no Santa. More walking, up and down, up and down. Dane now so miserable she ignores other dogs.
Eventually, WHITE SMOKE OVER THE VATICAN, she decides to do the deed, on a pile of wet autumn leaves. I bend down to retrieve the product, but mistook some fallen leaves for the target, and step in the poop. Now I have to walk home in the rain, swearing under my breath, ( and over it)…
Get to to door, take off shoes outside,drag the dane to the kitchen before she can shake herself all over the wallpaper, and then spend fifteen minutes with a disposable tooth brush cleaning my shoes.
By this stage the kitchen is in a fug of steaming wet dog.
Of course, the dog is now perfectly happy and relaxed. I am thinking of the scene with the wood chipper in Fargo……..
ehonda said:
How do you manage to tread in Great Dane poo? Surely it's more akin to the scene in Jurassic Park with the poorly dinosaur's poo?
Lots of wet golden maple leaves in a dark rainstorm. Moral of the story is also not to wear finely ribbed-soled driving shoes to walk the dog.....It was a chameleon-like disguise...
We have the same thing with our miniature schnauzer. It's ace... He tries to avoid going out in the rain and he's very fussy about where he conducts his business. The two combined make for a long wet experience. Thankfully, I've some great water proofs from http://www.finisterreuk.com/ - He has a select few spots and the battle only happens 2-3 times a day 
. No battle at all if it's dry.
. No battle at all if it's dry.Gassing Station | All Creatures Great & Small | Top of Page | What's New | My Stuff