One more post about another potentially embarrassing situation on Saturday.
We had our dogs along, and in all the excitement of hundreds of dogs at the lake for a doggie event, my dog got a touch of the di-reer. I had baggies in my pocket, and I dutifully (heh!) did my best to congregate the bits of poop-slick into the plastic bag. I know what you're thinking: sexy.
We sat down to listen to the band for a minute, and about 5 feet from my chair was a callow youth sitting in an apron, obviously working at a concession stand or some such for that event. Having just arrived at that spot, the doglet copped a squat near him and a few pathetic drops of yuck dribbled out onto the grass. The kid sneered at the dog and then made eye-contact with me and I smiled my biggest grin and made the Lyndy England two thumbs up, like I was so proud of everything that came out of my baby.
Seriously, after the drive of shame, nothing could have embarrassed me - I'd already pegged and had nothing left to give!
Thanks for all the comments - I feel much better about the whole thing now.
That's the only good thing about embarrassment: it can only get so intense before maximum effect sets in. Otherwise, it could be fatal.
lightning bug's butt - yeah, at least there IS an up side to it. When I reach saturation level, there's no limit to my gooberdom. I told my girlfriend about the sneering lad and she said "did he have a green apron on?" and I said he did, then she told me that as we were leaving her dog wandered up to him and he yelled "Scram!" Mind you, this WAS a dog-oriented event. Makes you wonder why he agreed to work an event where there would be dogs, if he hated them so much. Oh well.
There is a special hell just for dog haters.
You just made coffee come out of my nose! The bad part about "di-rear" in dogs is that they scootch around for a while before anything even really comes out. Then, to make things worse, after the job they have to go inspect the goods, or, bads in this case.
hammer - I'm with you on that one. And I hope that dog-hater hell is full of mutts with explosive di-reer.
tony - *L* Glad I had a part in really waking you up today. Yes, it's amazing how they treat their own handiwork as real objects of interest. Dogs are hilarious.
Again I was there, in smell-a-net and my coffee tastes funny!
Damn, some people don't realize dogs is people too, do they?
Bet the baggies of doggie poo would be great for thowing at cars that give you road rage. Tailgaters beware.
mushy - glad I could help out.
myron - apparently not!
fuzzbox - NOW you've given me a brainwave - I should throwed poopy bags at the sneering cyclists when we were driving on the bike path! *L*
Yesterday I decided I am going to categorise myself as a booberist, rather than your common garden vaiety of a boob. It sounds more professional, and says I've perfected it, yeah?
Anyway, I can kinda use some bagged pooch poo (of preferably the not-so soft kind) so I can place them strategically around my place to prefent the neighbours' cats digging my my garden, myself. Or I suppose I could go get a pooch...
'Lyndy England thumbs up' I like that.
I only had two things to do in a 12 hour shift today. I forgot both. It cost my firm £1000. I'm very embarrassed. I'll get over it.
Perfect WTF attitude, my dear. You should really have gone over and shown off your doggie's precious offerings to the lad.
Yep, people suck. The world is becoming so anal, the ant hill is getting so much more crowded, that everyone has lost their sense of humor. Not you though. Yer a peach. I'd have just glared back, but I'm big as a house and can get away with a lot of shit.
Want to borrow Daisy the Labrador for the next event? I'll make sure to feed her pork chop scraps and collards before you pick her up.
I'm sorry, but did you blog anything after the words "poop-slick?" Cuz um... I... uh... hit a mental/reading roadblock thanks to that...
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