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Monday, September 03, 2012

Out of options

The evenings are cooling down, so Aspen, Maddie and I get to enjoy walks around the neighborhood while the sun is still out. We always turn right out of our driveway and head up the hill per Aspen's request. Our journey takes us around the block and past many, many dogs who wish to test Maddie's resolve (and leash training).

As we get closer to our house once again, we walk by an elementary school with a small playground in the front. On a whim, I decide to stop and let Maddie play off-leash with Aspen in the deserted enclosure.

"I set fiiiiire to the raiiiiin!" Aspen sings as she runs in circles around the slides, which are full of puddles from the rain. Maddie paces the enclosure to ensure she sniffs every square inch. It's a beautiful evening and we're shaded from the sun by the school building.

Maddie repeatedly attempts to leave the enclosure, but she returns to me every time I call her back. I give my attention to Aspen once more as she races on her little legs and then notice Maddie again out of the corner of my eye.

She is pooping on the playground.

I wouldn't let her leave the cement to find a grassy place, so there it is- a pile of poop near the bottom of the slide. I have absolutely nothing with me except my keys and my cellphone. Aspen stops running and yells, "There's poop!"

I sigh.

Glancing around the cement playground, I notice a stray, black sock and form a plan. It's wet from the rain, but it'll have to do. I put my fingers inside it and use it to scoop up the poop. Then I realize there isn't a trashcan in sight.

So I do what any self-respecting 28 year old mother of a two-year-old would do. I toss the poop-filled sock into the bushes when Aspen isn't looking and resume chasing her around the playground.

What would you have done?

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