One thing that is as certain as death and taxes in our house is that when we go for a walk, Bunny is going to poop in the park. It’s just one of those facts of life that we have to deal with. At least in the park, there are nearby garbage cans, so we can toss it pretty quickly. Since I know that we’re always going to need at least one bag when we go for our walk, I have a small bag actually made for that rather unpleasant business that looks like a purse and has a spot for carrying unwanted deposits, should the need arise. I make sure that I always have a roll of bags in there so that way I can just grab it on our way out the door and know that I have everything in there that we might need.
Now my husband has a few threads of chivalry left in him, even after double digit years of being married. If we’re out walking together and a poop bag is required, he always picks it up. Even if I stop and am going to pick it up, he’ll come over and take care of it. That’s the kind of guy he is. Perhaps he’s also afraid to trust me walking behind him with a full bag. I’m not sure why that would be, though.
The other night, we were out walking and a bag was needed. So, I pulled the roll out of my bag and tore one off for him. As I handed him the bag, I realized that there was only one bag left along with that little black plastic tube that the wrap them around. I opened the last bag, threw the little plastic spool inside and after the deposit was thrown in the garbage can, we were off on our way.
The next evening, we braved the cold again to get our exercise in. Sure enough, the princess left her mark open the world right after we passed the basketball courts. I pulled out the last pink poop bag and handed it over, not really thinking about the little spool left inside.
Mr. Taleteller: What the — ?
Me: What?
My husband was looking at the bag with a mixture of horror, curiosity and disgust. He then looked over at me. Suddenly, it dawned on me and I started to laugh.
Me: That’s the last bag! I put the spool inside it last night.
A look of great relief washed over my husband’s face. I felt a little indignant, but I couldn’t help laughing.
Me: Did you think I kept a petrified turd in there or something?
Mr. Taleteller: I wouldn’t put it past you!
Me: You honestly thought that I’d save a turd overnight, in my bag, just so I could hand it to you a day later?
Mr. Taleteller: Well, yes!
Me: Gee, thank you for your high opinion of me!
Mr. Taleteller: I still think it’s something you would do.
Me: Well, if it didn’t mean I had to actually save a dog turd in my bag over night, maybe…
At that point, I decided that perhaps it was better to just let it go and leave him wondering. I mean, obviously there was no reasoning with him, so I ought to just let him think what he will. Besides, now I will always have him wondering about it in the back of his mind. I guess I won’t be getting nominated for wife of the year, but I will be laughing when he looks at every pink poop bag with a look of suspicion.
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Bawhahhhaha. To funny. My friend Big Murphy who went to the Bridge, his MOM could ALWAYS count on him leaving her THREE every time we went for a walk. Hahahha Good times.
Blessings,
Goose
I love the fact you have pink poop bags:)
I wish the makers of the rolls of poop bags would make the last say 6 on a roll a different colour, so you know when you are about to run out.
I have a bag dispenser on my lead, but also carry nappy bags in my pocket. they aremuch cheaper than popp bags and just as good.
Hey Bunny, Jet here.
We have bag holders on both of our leashes, so, if Mom forgets to reload, we usually have a backup. Little Miss Designer bag prefers her bags in a shade of pink, which Mom indulges when possible. Sometimes our bags have paw prints, funny words, or multiple colors, depends on the sales!
Our little friend, Ruby, likes to scoop the poop when she walks with us… we’re very proud of her!
Too funny! My husband was never around animals much growing up so picking up poop in a bag is a little too much for him to handle some times. He will do it, but it isn’t pleasant for him.
I also have one of those bags – from Sahalie – I use it as my everyday purse and have yet to put poop in it…
Sam
I think you should buy one of those fake doggie turds and put it in your bag for next time
BOL! That sounds like a fun trick!
Nothing like getting up to a little poop conversation before breakfast! I almost always have bags in my purse, but the one time I didn’t, I carefully moved it over to a flower bed in time for the lady of the house to come to the door and tell me I better pick that up and move it! Why, when you do all the right things, have bag, pick up and carry it off, doesn’t someone come to the door and tell you what a good person you are??? Hmmmm?
Jo, Stella and Zkhat
Bwa ha ha ha ha! I think it’s great Mr. Taleteller still expects to be surprised by you after double digits of marriage–even if what he thinks is a surprise is kinda gross.
Very funny! Although I’m thinking that as large as your pups are and as small as those spools are—the sizes don’t quite match up! LOL Have a happy Weekend!
Ha-ha! Thank you for the laugh this morning! I totally was picturing you and Mr. Taletellar having that conversation, it’s very similar to the conversation I think my husband and I would have!
Careful, hubby might not be so gentlemanly again!
We live in a community so they have containers with bags and trash cans posted every so often, but I do carry a few extras in case because one them, won’t name who *henri*, likes to spread his poop around!
But Gracie is like Bunny, she waits till we get to a certain patch of lawn to do her business, like its her own personal toilet!
That was my chuckle for the day! Our dogs do have those certain places to ‘go’, I’ve found, and it’s best to be prepared.
It’s good to keep husbands guessing (my philosophy). Keeps things fresh & exciting.
One benefit to living in the country!! Your conversation with the hubby must have been priceless:)
My husband is always so repulsed at the thought of picking up dog poo that the job is always mine. Chivalry is dead to him.
lol funny!!! Dakota is like Bunny…when he occasionally DOES walk…he ALWAYS has to poop
That’s hysterical! If only I could train my husband to pick up every turd, he has to be asked to do it and usually assumes I will take care of it.
I have to tell you that one night Mum took the three of us out for a walk and it was dark, so she had three leashes and a flashlight to deal with. One of us (maybe me) decided to do a poo and Mum hauled out a bag and picked it up and put it in her coat pocket because she already had a lot to hold on to. When she got home, she only remembered the bag after she had hung up her coat! BWAAAAHHH
Funny story! I think you should buy a plastic turd at the party store and put it in the bag just to mess with him….but….on the other hand, he DOES do the pickup duty (pun intended).
HAHAHAH! oh I wish I had someone to pick up Bender’s massive poops for me. Barbie’s aren’t bad as they aren’t too big, but Bender sometimes leaves some king sized messes. I always wonder how his are so huge and stinky when they both eat exactly the same quantity and type of food.
We have what must be 100 of MILLIONS of those little poopie bag rolls in the house but I never seem to be able to find them. I can always find those plastic supermarket bags, though, and that’s what I use most of the time. I try to take extras to the dog park in the hope that others will use them.
Mr. Taleteller is a good man to be the “point guy” for poopie duty. Wish I could have seen the look on his face when he first discovered the object in the bag. Funny stuff!
Oh I see ALL kinds of fun with this one. Petrified turb look-a-likes could start showing up in all sorts of strange and unexpected places. Pillows, showers, car seats, coat pockets. You name it
Oops, I meant turd, not turb.
Even your poop bags are pink? LOL!!! I love your story too!
Why are we not surprised you have pink poopy bags, BOL
Benny & Lily
Ha ha ha . .you two always make me smile
My hubby picks up the poop too, we have some of the good ones 
Oh dear, too funny. The petrified poop surprise package.
Mango Momma
How funny. Cushion does the same though I have no problem picking up dog poop. Bunny is so disciplined with her pooping! We never know how many or when with Miss Pea. Keeps us on our toes, she does
LOL! Thanks for the chuckle. So funny.
It reminded me of a woman I used to walk with at the dog shelter. We both walked the shelter dogs on the same nights and weekends. She is in her 60′s and still a very good friend -feisty and funny and tough as nails.
One night, while we were walking dogs, she confessed to me that she had been smelling poop in her house for a few days and could not figure out where the smell was coming form… until she went to put her dog walking oat on and discovered she had placed a poop bag in her pocket without thinking and forgot about it. Ewww!!!
Tell Mr. Taleteller – It could have been worse.
So funny, now you know what to do on April Fools day!
So, so, so funny! I can just see your poor husband wondering what you were handing him. He’ll never take a poop bag from you again without double checking!