I'm stayed in Woodbury with my friend Nels last night, and I got to clean up his new puppy's shit about five minutes ago! Awesome!
Seriously, though, it wasn't awesome. She shit on the carpet about two minutes after Christina (Nels' fiancee) left for work, and roughly 5 minutes after I had taken her outside. And I couldn't just plead ignorance, because I'm going to put her in her kennel when I leave, and The Dump was on the carpet. So I did a perfunctory job and left a note...I think I handled it pretty well. For them, it's a common occurence to have to pick up dog shit (outside, with pooper scoopers and bags and such) but I'm not really used to it. I gagged about 6 times in the minute it took me to clean it up. I'm never getting a puppy. Or having kids. Gross.
So, I'm about to head out the door to get my St. Patty's on. I'll bring my camera, and hopefully I'll have some pictures to show y'all when I get back. Wish me luck!