My life was never truly full of animals, dogs or otherwise. Like most kids growing up, I had one dog that was pretty easy going, though my family has roughed it through some vomit issues...
...but since my mother's co-workers/friends are trying to help me in my pursuit of an income (and truly I can't blame them), all have decided that they would like me to dog sit.
After college, cleaning up human fluids was like breathing, but when two animals at two different houses are making enough bowel movements (amongst other things) to create a shitting concerto, it's enough to make a girl want to scream...which I did, after closing the door and windows to my room so as not to disturb the neighbors.
There are few things that truly get to me, but animal feces? Didn't think that would ever fall into my job description. All I must do is chalk it up to life experience and move on. And remind myself to stick with cats from now on...
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