So one of the great things about having friends with a dog is being able to love the cute things to death and them leave them when its time for them to shit. Or better yet, watch them pick up the shit with that itsy-bitsy baggy. I mean it’s even better than being a grandparent because grandparents still have to change diapers.
Well I had to open my big mouth when I first met Steve’s dog Savannah Rose, a beautiful 4 month old black lab. Yep, I casually said, ”Oh you’re so cute, I can’t wait to babysit you.” In that brief moment Steve jumped on my sign of weakness; immediately I was named “Uncle Ryan.” And a second after that I was yet again bestowed the title of God Father, and once again this God Father was not officially Church sanctioned. Nonetheless, Steve made sure I was more than a casual stranger to dear Savannah so when the time came to take care of her, the guilt would be overwhelming.
The time to take care of her came sooner than expected. The text came at 11 am yesterday, “Can you take care of Savannah, no pressure?” Thrilled at the opportunity to leave the city with his boy, Steve jumped at the idea of going Jersey overnight. Well what was the God Father gonna say??? I said yes, and 24 hours later what did I have in my hand…hot, steamy, fresh Savannah shit. Separating my delicate hand from this excrement was only a thin piece of plastic that I quickly flipped inside out and knotted to capture the pungent essence of Savannah. I was slightly disgusted, but then she smiled and laughed at me with her tongue hanging out and I figured it wasn’t all that bad.
I can’t wait to get my own puppy and pass the joy of picking up pooh onto some other unexpected God Father.
Have fun in Jersey Steve.
