Poor Kenji stepped in it tonight…literally. We were out for a dusk-time stroll when he started to convulse like a maniac. After flitting his leg several times, his paw went limp. In cases like this, I grab his paw, remove whatever is under it and he goes about his business. Well tonight it was a big fat juicy turd - lucky us!
After “the incident” Kenji was spooked; weirded out in the way that only a Shiba can understand. We raced home (me dragging him) and I wiped his paws and scrubbed my hands clean.
It’s been an hour and Kenji is traumatized. Looks like a case of Shiba Inu coprophobia. Let’s hope this latest fiasco doesn’t have legs. Last time he was bothered by some ice melt, it took a good three weeks of TLC to get him comfortable outside again…
I’m a good boy. When Kenji poops, no matter the volume or viscosity, I pick it up.
I’ve tried several different doggie waste bags, and have settled on the plastic bags you get from the supermarket. The price is right, the size is perfect, and they’re easy to find. The only shortcoming is the occasional hole. But that’s to be expected. Every time Kenji finishes up, I tie the bag into a knot and place it directly into our outdoor garbage can.
Today in New York, the winds have been gusting up to 40MPH. My wife just got home and found the garbage can in the street and about a dozen Kenji doggy bags strewn across the road. After apologizing for creating such an inconvenient weather phenomenon, (how dare I!) I calmly told her to just pick them up. I’m not sure what she expects me to do with all of his waste. But in the future I will be sure to secure the garbage can lid and start tying tighter knots. It would probably make sense to line the garbage cans too. If someone told me I’d be over the age of five, and talking so much about poop - even fighting about it! - I would have said they were crazy.
