After returning to work from lunch today, I smelled an unpleasant scent emitting from my person. It smelled like dog. I sniffed my hands, my elbows, my shirt, my pants, no luck. And then the thought struck, it smells like shit. And so it was.
Right there, on the bottom of my shoe. I’m pretty sure I mean that literally and figuratively.
Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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October 1, 2009 at 4:37 pm
Val
Ah yes, the smell of dog shit on the shoe. The only thing that is worse is when an accident occurs in the house and you stumble into when you’re half asleep. Argh, I’m shuddering now at the memory and that day I learned a valuable lesson, never feed a dog pork. lol You made me laugh with this one medicatedlady. 🙂
October 1, 2009 at 9:16 pm
Paul
Thanks for sharing.
October 1, 2009 at 9:43 pm
Patrice
It’s not as bad when it’s your own dog’s shit.
(grimacing evil-ly)
Oh, and Val – Never give them the juice from cabbage and kielbasa…
October 2, 2009 at 7:44 am
jessiecarty
Patrice’s advise sounds very very important!
October 4, 2009 at 1:11 pm
poeticgrin
Around here, its hairballs. Middle of the night. Cold, wet. Sticking to your foot. Ugh.
Welcome to pet ownerhood.