Walking dogs every day is a dream job! But like any routine, sometimes it starts to feel like I’m Bill Murray living in my own personal version of Groundhog Day. Or rather Ground-Dog Day in this case. Same dogs. Same streets. Same squirrels always starting some mess they cain’t finish. I wave to the same neighbors at the same time every morning because my version of Groundhog Day has a limited Extras budget!
After a while, the daily rhythm becomes white noise and that’s when I like to spice things up. To do that I play POOP HOOPS - my personal street sport. After scooping a poop, if there’s an open trash bin in sight, I challenge myself to see how far away I can toss the bag and still make it in. It’s part sport + part sanitation service. My average is decent - think Junior Varsity level; so a call from the WNBA is out of the question.
It’s not all glory either. It takes guts. Guts to trudge over with the dog(s) in tow in a mutual walk of shame when I miss. Guts to grab the poop bag from behind the trash bin that’s landed on whatever ghastly objects happen to be back there. Guts to hold our heads up and move on, hoping no one else witnessed our agony of defeat.
It’s not glamorous, but it keeps things interesting. Because when you're doing the same loop with the same leash and the same four-legged clients, a little creative competition with oneself goes a long way. Next up: Squirrel Baiting! I’m kidding. Just seeing who's actually reading this stuff.
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