Just a few days ago the weather was unseasonably warm, now it’s bitter cold.
Last night I had to take Bozzio for his late afternoon walk and stay out until he deigned to poop.
He is unlike other dogs I’ve known in that he will not poop sometimes even if he has to. He gets distracted from the main goal of the late afternoon walk (pooping) by rain, bags blowing in the wind that might be kitties (we can never be sure),actual kitties, chicken bones which are very tasty but you don’t know this,Sion because you’ve never eaten an old one off the sidewalk have you? Delicious!—
and people getting off the bus that might be A.,or D.or E. or A.’s brother also an A.We can both be soaking wet or freezing our butts off but the dog will not poop. Other people within earshot of me when I’m undergoing a non pooping situation might be entertained by my pleading with Bozzio to poop. Or they just think I’m crazy.
But last night was too much even for Bozzio so he pooped within a relatively short amount of time. Triumphant, we headed home facing an evil excoriating wind that was roaring down Flushing ave. My hat was unceremoniously blown off my head and I unceremoniously dropped the bag of poop I always seem to have to carry for about 50 miles before I can ever find a trash can in this neighborhood.
At that point I’d had enough. Enough of the bitter cold,enough of having to find my hat and pick up a bag of dog dirt, so I opted for the hat and left the poop to blow down Flushing ave. Sorry everybody.
Tonight A. and I were going to go see No Country for Old Men but the weather is not permitting so instead we are staying in and renting some piece of comedy crap from On Demand…
I’ve lost my film picking privileges due to my last unfortunate choice of Skinwalkers; a silly cheesy flick about Indians? Werewolves? The triumph of Good over Evil? Who knows? The director seemed more interested in training his camera on the belly of one of the female bad guys at every possible moment,than relaying an actual plot or story of some kind.
Skip this movie unless you really want to look at a girl’s stomache for an hour and a half.