Saturday, after breakfast, Ace and I went out to explore the backyard. I was excited! Ace was curious! We were going to have one hell of a time rolling around in the grass and digging holes with sticks!
Not long after putting Ace down in the grass I realized we had a major issue on our hands!
There is a whole winter’s worth of Buddy turds scattered across the newly discovered playground we like to call the back yard. Images of Ace chomping on a dried up crap-biscuit flooded my previously serene mental state.
I sprint inside for a plastic bag. Then race to the shed for a garden shovel. Then back into the house for some toys to keep Ace occupied while I partake on yet another glorious aspect of being a parent…disarming the mine field!
Off I go! Scooping, and smearing, and plopping booty-cakes into a plastic grocery bag…
Despite my best efforts, disaster was inevitable. A casualty was encountered. Here is a picture from the case file…
I immediately gathered up the victim and raced inside to perform an emergency poop-endectomy. This was an urgent matter that had to be dealt with and covered up before Momma found out. Why? These were his good shoes!
The poop-endectomy was a success! The shoes were as good as new, however completely soaked and temporarily unwearable from the operation.