Mood: smelly
Topic: Poop
You would think a girl with two kids in diapers wouldn't be the first person in line to take responsibility for a manic-aggressive schnauzer and a basenji puppy. Then again, you would also think most people wouldn't do anything to increase the amount of poop in their lives. But I have done both of those things.
The poop, she is an issue. By contrast with Matt, who refused everything but the breast until 10 months of age, Julia was grabbing things off my plate by 6 months. Hell, at eight months she was handing us the car keys and a shopping list -- that is how determined Miss Julia is to sample everything that's edible and a few things that probably aren't. The news in her diaper, therefore, has not been so happy. I have been known to gasp, flinch, howl and pray to Jesus upon coming face to face with the contents of her Pampers.
Matt is following Sam's lead and toilet training late, and I will bet, Matt being Matt, that if anything he will train even later. So there is some more poop. To my everlasting gratitude, Ben takes responsibility for most Matt diapers.
And then the dogs. Nicky has always had occasional accidents in the house, and miniature schnauzers in general, to my experience, use elimination as communication in much the same way as a New York cabbie employs the car horn. Speaking only in piles and puddles, Nicky can say Should have walked me BEFORE that load of laundry or Fuck you for getting a goddammned BASENJI quite as clearly as if he had spoken the words.
Rudy is a puppy, but he's also a lot like a smart middle-schooler. He knows what's what, and he's testing the parameters. So we occasionally get a Rudy pile in the house. We always KNOW when there is a Rudy pile or puddle about, because those basenjis, being rather on the fringe of wild African dogs, have specially stinky pee and poo. If you go to the Wild Animal Park and get among a bunch of rhinos and elephants and suchlike, their poo smells a lot like Rudy's. So now I also have EXOTIC poop to clean up.
Worse, Rudy appears to be a bit of a showman. Our backyard -- and I use the term extremely loosely -- is a paved area with garden beds surrounding it. There is a sliding glass door into our living room, and it is directly outside this sliding glass door that Rudy inevitably delivers his jungle poop. That must be so we can admire them while we're playing with the kids and watching TV. He also has lain waste to two throw pillows and two doormats. If Rudy can't poop in a display window, he at least wants to poop onto a surface that will present nicely. Believe me, there is nothing that says elegant like a fresh doggie bowel movement on an Indian embroidered cushion.
You would think they'd mention it in the job descriptions -- ANY of them! Because there is so much poop involved in parenting, and in dog ownership, and in the legal profession. DEAR SWEET JESUS, SO MUCH POOP.
Posted by Gretchen
at 3:33 AM PDT