Bass, infuriatingly did a poo in a field alongside the path we were walking on. He was free, off the lead. I’d already picked up the first poo (the main poo) so I knew this one would be tiny, like a comma at the end of a sentence.
A man, walking a stuck-up white toy pom thing, observed Bass’s crime.
He called out “You are going to pick that up I hope?”
I said “I’m thinking about it.”
He said “What’s to think about?”
And then he walked on.
So I want to tell him what I was pondering.
- I was wondering how I would navigate a two metre wide muddy swamp that would have to be crossed first as it flanked the whole length of the path.
- I was assessing the muddiness of the field in the fifty metres I’d have to walk to get to the offending poo after the swamp.
- I was imagining the size of the poo.
- And I could feel the rain arriving as I stood there.
I decided it was not worth my effort for a poo the size of a comma!
What’s to think about besides that?