When I woke up this morning, I never would have guessed how it ended.
I felt good when I woke up. Energetic. I was so happy to feel like this, it has been too many days ago. I made Ramon’s lunch for work, and meanwhile I was thinking what I was going to do today. I had the whole day figured out, and after my first cup of coffee, I started my day with a smile. Everything was going as planned. I loved it. I didn’t have to revise my plans, I only had to take more naps in between.
When it was four o’clock, I went to the park with Kuzco. It was raining, but I didn’t mind, and Kuzco certainly didn’t mind. After we’d play fetch, we went for a walk. And that’s when the drama began.
In all of those years, I have fallen twice in dog poo, but never in my CPH career has this happened before. I got a seizure while walking, and I fell right in a big pile of horse manure. When I came to, I had to slowly push myself up, and couldn’t find a clean spot to put my hand. At that moment I almost cried. I felt so dirty. My coat was full of manure, and even the side of my boot was covered. And now, my hand as well. I was so glad it was raining, so I could wash my hand in a puddle.
Walking back, the smell brought me out in a rash. Even breathing through my mouth alone, didn’t help. Yet the exact same smell, was a huge attraction for all the other dogs in the park. At one moment I had about 8 dog following me. I was immense attractive. I only regret the reason why.
When I got home, I rushed out of my cloths and put it in the washing machine. And took a very long shower with my boots still on. I know I am clean, and my boots are as well, but for some reason I still smell the odeur. The washing machine is not done yet, but I think I will wash it a second time, just to be sure. I certainly hope this was my first and last time I fell in horse manure.
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