2012 first post of the year "Dog Shit"

This is my first post of the year and my first post in like forever. Not sure if I have just been so busy that I have not had a chance to write anything? Or if I am just to damn Lazy? Or maybe since I quit drinking I have no creative thoughts to jog down on this blog? Either way, that is coming to an end right now. I had something happen to me yesterday in the back yard that was sort of mind boggling for me, or to me? And yeah, if you did not already know that I quit drinking, well I did and it is true. I had to make a very tough decision in my life and it was tough and still is at times, but I am sober and dry for almost 10 months now! It is the longest stretch I have gone since I was 14 years old. I think?

So there I was in the back yard with a spear shovel with the Rineer name burnt into the wooden handle. I guess that way nobody will steal my dog shit shovel? The wind was blowing like a hot summer day in Kansas. It was so windy that I was having trouble keeping the Jack Russells shit from flying away off of the shovel as I focused on my third pile. That is what is nice about having a small dog. You can get about 10 back yard bathroom breaks on one shovel. If my neighbors big fat chocolate lab comes over for a #2 break, it fills my whole damn shovel!! I hate when that dog bear shits in my yard!! I think they also feed him table scraps! One time I swore I spotted Ham and Cauliflower in his crap.

But back to my story, (i get distracted real quick when on the subject of shit!)

I was finishing up with that third pile and I went to walk away only to notice that there was a single shit bomb that must of been on delay cycle and was not with the main pile. But before I had time to react, by the time I seen it and it actually registered in my head that it was a turd that strayed, maybe a hanger? maybe a uh oh? not quite done one last final piece of shit. It was to late! It was right on the bottom of my shoe!!! I slipped a bit as my body weight crushed the outside frozen layer of shit that was lying on the slightest grade. I seen the whole step in slow motion. The most amazing thing about all of this and why I am shocked when I look back at what happened. I did not even get angry? I mean I was not jumping up and down and doing cartwheels or anything. I was not yelling hooray, yippee, I just stepped in poop. But I did not throw the shovel or kick the dog. I did not scream and cuss or start crying about it. I was just like, Oh No, I just stepped on something and it was not a pine cone! Oh well, to late to do anything about it now. All I can do now is not walk into the house with my shoes on after the Mrs. just cleaned the kitchen floor. That would get me in big trouble I am sure!

So I do not know if old age is setting in now and I lost some of my fire? Maybe I am just to tired anymore thanks to my job of 24 years. I do not think that is it, as I do not work that hard.

Maybe I just love my dog so much that the canines shit does not bother me as much as all the shit my old lady has given me through the years? Not really sure what is going on, just thought that it was necessary for me to write it down and that maybe would help me figure out what the hell is happening to me? I hope I am alright? I just know that it is not normal to step in dog shit and not get upset. I am not saying it is normal to swear, throw things, and abuse the pet. But that would seem like the more normal way to lean after stepping in shit. At least that is my opinion? But then again, lots of times I just do not know shit. As I said before and as many of you who know me, you know that shit is one of my favorite dirty words. I mean it is the dirties of all swear words in a way!

I will keep you all updated on this shit and more....... Sincerely, E.H