A bag of crap

Today, against all that I hold civil and right I had to collect dog poop in a bag and take it to the vet. Yes, me who has had a dog for about 6 months and have officially turned into one of "those" people. My dog Sophie is allowed on the furniture, swims in our pool, is taken out for ice cream and sleeps IN MY BED! (Recently we are hosting another dog who needs a home because my Sophie was made to be an only child..Chaya the new pup is wonderful, let me know if you want a dog)

So there I am in the car with my ziplock bag inside a brown lunch bag telling my dad I hope nobody mistakes it for their lunch. (Sick thought and I am sure all vets know what's in the bag)

As we pull in there are 3 people by the fence with what I know is their dog, wrapped in a blanket. I know this dog is gone. And here are 2 grown men and a woman sobbing over this pet. It is like seeing rawness like you should not see. Over a dog. I do not need to wonder how this dog came into their lives and changed them. This dog that probably slept in their bed and looked with begging eyes whenever they ate at the table.

I admit that I did not get a pet because of the pain. I have seen my girls cry over lost pets. Why put yourself through that? And darn it, I broke down and now I have this wonderful brown face that barks too much and makes me laugh. She is like a cartoon in my life.

It is a risky thing to love a pet but maybe it is a risky thing not to.

Yeah, I am now one of "those" people.