This morning I was took Penny out to do her business. She hates it when people walk by when she is pooping. I think she has some performance anxiety or something. Anyway we were outside, Penny just pooped, I was picking it up with a bag my neighbors leave their house to go to school.
Penny saw them and decided that she had to become best friends with the boy. The boy is probably 12 years old, wants to be on the basketball team, and is nice to his mom.
Penny took off so fast that I lost my grip on the leash and ran right for the boy. He was holding a box and couldn't do anything about it. I ran after her and tried to get a hold of her. Her leash got tangled in the boy's legs and it was all one mess. I finally got her free from the sweet child and noticed he had something on his leg. I assumed it was dirt and just walked away.
I went to my house with Penny and realized I had the bag of poop in my hand and it was not tied off. I looked at it and realized that it was not dirt on the poor boy's leg, it was poop!
I then had a whole vision of what that boy's day, year, and life were going to be like. I am sure some nicknames like Poopy Peter, Smelly Smith, and Stinky Stanley are in his future. Really this kid could have major social issues for the rest of his life and it is all my fault.
I saw him playing basketball after school and I wanted to ask him how his day went and tell him it would all be OK. But I was too shy because I was probably the person who ruined his life and will cause him to never be married and live with his parents for the rest of his life.
So Stinky Stanley if you for some reason read this blog, I am sorry. I hope my dog's poop did not ruin your life. If she did I will be looking for a letter from you in a few years from Iceland.
Please forgive me!
Erica (and Penny, I mean it is really her fault!)
