With absolute dread I make my way towards the downstairs bathroom. It's time I say with disgust. Can I think of anything that merits my attention at this very moment instead of what I am about to have to do? Nope!
Who in their right mind thought, "Hey to have him in the house, this won't be so bad to have to do"
I grab a bag, (one that I have previously bought and placed the groceries that feed my family with) check the strength of the deodorant on the wall that's there for a very important reason and proceed to do my extremely dirty job. Many times I have tried to put it off, it's awful. This has to be listed somewhere as one of the most horrifying jobs that must be performed? Okay, one, two, three . . . deep breath! Sucking in a rather deep breath I pull the curtain back hiding this obscene area and begin to take the top off. "Gasp!" Oh, I see a really horrible one this time. GREAT! What have I done to deserve this? Grabbing the scooper, I realize how imtimate I am getting with this furry feline. "Ugh!!!" Scoop, Flump! In the bag it goes along with some other juicy plops! Tying the bag, I remember just why I am a devote dog person. It's a good thing I love animals or this would be a "no-go"
*Note to Self* - Remember to look in the grocery store for a supplement that
helps reduce odor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!