We are a dog family. For the last three years, we have been a two dog family. This year, we brought home a new puppy. Our puppy looks like a full-grown dog. He’s 4 months old weighing almost 50 pounds. Our “little” girl weighs in at 95 pounds. So, we have approximately 140 pounds of dog in our home plus 6 humans.
Dog lovers know that when you have a puppy it is like having a newborn – sleepless nights, lots of poop (with no diaper), crying, feedings, teething. One word – EXHAUSTION! But how to find humor amidst the exhaustion? Not an easy feat. Our puppy has intestinal issues so we never know what we will find when our heads are turned for less than a minute. I don’t think a description is necessary.
The other morning, after finding a wonderful morning surprise not five minutes after our fourth visit to the backyard, I cleaned up his mess and decided that it was time to vacuum for the first time that day. Cheerfully – I am being sarcastic – as I was sucking up gobs of dog hair, I felt a wet spot on the side of my calf. Oh! Cuteness must have just kissed my leg. Hmmm…..can’t be. He’s asleep in his crate.
I looked down at my right calf. There’s nothing. Hmmm…..was I imagining it? Nope. I looked behind me and found that the little devil had pooped in the family room and I was running my vacuum hose right through the center of it. Not only did it “kiss” my leg, spread all over the floor but the poop was infused in the little tiny groves of the vacuum hose. Ughhhhhh!
Why, you ask, am I writing about such a disgusting topic when puppies are sooooo damn cute? Well, there’s a moral to my story. Usually, I would have lost it cursing and screaming like a lunatic. I was weirdly quiet and calm. I sat with my paper towels, disinfectant, and vacuum hose in hand thinking that there must be a lesson in this messy disaster. Suddenly, there it was. I heard “BE STILL”.
Crazy *$#! don’t you think? Me too! No way was being still part of my planning for the day. I woke up knowing that I had five million things I wanted to accomplish. Sitting and scraping poop out of my vacuum hose with cotton swabs and paper towels for 45 minutes was not one of them. I hadn’t even had my morning coffee yet. It seriously wasn’t up to me.
I learned that in any event in my life there has always been a life lesson. Mine was to BE STILL. Yes….it took poop for God to gently and humorously remind me to slow down. Last time I needed that reminder, I slipped on ice, hit my head on the sidewalk, and suffered a concussion. Geez, I really must need a good hearing aid. So I share with you a reminder that I must also heed. Sometimes it takes a slip on the ice, sometimes it takes a pile of poop to just…….
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