You might think, from reading LG, that I am completely oblivious to what's going on in the world.
Like, really, if I knew about the tragedy still unfolding in Japan, or the multiple Middle East crises, that I'd write about those rather than the biggest dog poo ever.
But you focus on what you're good at, you know?
So on Sunday morning a friend of mine was out walking their dog and came across the biggest dog poo she had ever seen. This prompted her to send me a message. With the following first paragraph: **Warning: the attachment is a picture of the largest dog poo I've ever seen. Open at own risk**
So I say this to you: open at your own risk. Even if you don't - and I cannot blame you - you know the content.
As she has a dog, she's used to picking up dog poo. But said she thinks she draws the line at anything bigger than her hand. Which, if you look at this, it most certainly is.
And she said, "What if a dog this size gets the runs?"
This is something I cannot even contemplate.
However. This is not the reason we didn't get a dog this weekend. The main reason is that the Mastiff was not our dog, and the two pit bulls we saw at WARL that were sweet as pie and Nick wanted but I did not, even if they don't deserve their bad reputation, were not our dogs.
Also, Jordan was a bit of anasshole this weekend, belligerent and full of NONONONONOs! and even though I understand that he is teething and uncomfortable and frustrated that we are in charge and he can't do everything he wants to do, it made me all what the fuck are we doing trying to take on more responsibility of any variety?
Maybe it is less about the poo and more about the sleep. And the realization that you have almost zero free time to do things you actually want to do.
And maybe, just maybe, at this point in time one might be better off not piling anything more on?