The Pug Life
“We are not shit-eaters!”
God help me, my neighbors have probably heard me bellow this across my yard at Mutzie the Pug more mornings than I would like to admit. She usually looks up at me, from whatever she is munching, as if she my admonitions are ruining her morning snack.
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It’s a vicious cycle. She poops in the yard. The deer poop in the yard. Random woodland creatures poop in the yard. I scoop the poop, thinking of George Carlin’s musings about who really rules the world (hint: he didn’t think the ones holding the bags of poop were the rulers). And Mutzie makes it her life’s work to alert me to what I have missed by having it for her breakfast.
This has been a continuous source of shame for me, a feeling that I have failed as a dog owner. A good dog owner would not have a shit-eater, right? And then, yesterday happened. We took Bella the Puppy to a doggie daycare and boarding facility to get her acclimated for when I have to travel or be gone for long hours. Up on their chalkboard, amongst all of the notes on various dogs, was this:
“Beware: Ernest loves to eat poop!!!”
Suddenly, I no longer felt alone in my shame. Somewhere out there, other dog owners probably ran across the lawn in their pajamas, trying to prevent their doggies from partaking of the poop. I had kindred spirits out there- others who would understand the dread of a dog park or trail. There are no deep thoughts in this post, just the realization that it is nice not feel like I am the only person in the world who has used the words, “We are not shit-eaters in this household!”
Peace and love and pugs and pristine lawns, buttercups. xx