Today I swam outside at our local pool. Hopping in the cool water and swimming laps with the sunshine on my back early this morning was so incredibly refreshing. I’ll rest for the remainder of the day to gear up for tomorrow’s brick: 2 hours, 45 minutes on the bike and a 40 minute run. Hoping it will turn out to be 50+ miles. Egads.
I swear, I cannot escape the poop woes no matter what I do. If it isn’t me having issues, it’s someone near me.
Today Emma and I took Lucky to the farmer’s market. It’s a dog/people market where tons of people bring their dogs. I don’t know if other states are like this, but people are nuts for their dogs here. They even bring them into restaurants and stores.
I thought it would be a fun outing, but who am I kidding? Lucky is poorly trained and quite lopsided with his three legs and one eye. He runs into people and things, pees on random vendor carts and pulls.
That was all okay, we were handling it quite well.
We walked in front of this local band they have playing and Lucky chose that moment to lay down the hugest turd in the history of dog turds. It was just one solitary poop, but it spoke for itself and could have easily been mistaken for human shit. I’d guess the dimensions were 4” x 2”. Not only was it right in front of the band, but it was directly in the line of the crowds of people walking along. Immediately I was given all kinds of dirty looks. Nothing like a turd to ruin a day out at the market.
I rushed to one of the veggie guys to grab a plastic bag so I could clean it up. I mean, seriously, I am not the only person who has had a dog crap in public before. And, I was doing the right thing by cleaning it up.
In the meantime while I’m looking for a bag, the band stops what they’re singing and changes up the tune. The new lyrics?
“You bring your dog to the farmer's market and you let him poop on he sidewalk. Then you don’t even clean it up.”
Give me an eff’ing chance, dudes! I was scrambling to find a bag and there was literally two minutes between the time he pooped and the time I cleaned it up. What am I supposed to do? Put a diaper on him? Follow him around and hold a Tupperware dish under his butt?
Emma and I did laugh all the way home. Since I had on my Shut Up and Run shirt I’ll probably get lots of hate mail. It’s not like I lit his turd on fire and rang your door bell and ran off.
Turds aside, the important thing is I got my supplies make a salad I’ve been dying to try – Roasted Beet and Goat Cheese Salad with Walnuts:
Do you go to your local farmer’s market? I try to go a few times a month. It’s a bit pricier than the grocery store, but can’t beat (beet) the fresh from the farm stuff. And I love supporting our local farmers and small businesses.
Ever been embarrassed by your dog?