Today, while running with her best doggie friend, Coco, Chloe accidentally rolled in a pile of dog shit. I got the call from Bonnie around lunch.
Our dogwalker is a saint. She doesn’t just walk our dog. She cleans up the mess when Chloe is bored and entertains herself by strewing trash around the house. She alerts us to health issues. And today, she took Chloe upstairs to the tub and cleaned another dog’s shit off her back. A saint, I tell you. I mean, really.
Is it wrong that I was more horrified that Bonnie saw the state of our bathroom than the actual shit on my dog?