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When one starts the day with dog poop tracked all over the shop and horrified to see that someone scraped the bottom of their shit saturated shoe on the edge of the outside step, where do you go from there? I’ll tell you where you go, UP! When it starts out that badly there is no place to go but UP!
Really crap in the shop is about as low as it can get. Crap sticks like glue to the carpets and comes with a stench that can bend steel. To the person who didn’t pick up after their pooch at 498 Main Street this morning, thanks a lot! Your dog must be mortified to have you as their pack leader. I’ve seen it before. The walker knows when the dog wants to stop and squat, so they drag the poor pooch, pretending they don’t see what’s coming out the back end so they don’t have to scoop it off the sidewalk. It’s lovely having your customers curl up their nose……as one said, “yes, there’s a hum in here”. Not exactly the memory we hope to germinate for the studio.
Poor Shane. It does a mother proud to know her boy doesn’t mind getting his hands dirty. I always say, winners do jobs that losers won’t do! My winner son, cleaned it all up, with nary a complaint although if truth be told, there were people in the shop or there might have been some blue air coming out of both of us. It friggin pisses me off that people don't clean up after their pups on the main street so it gets tracked into the shops. I’m not upset with the poor dog, just the master, although master implies a higher standing, maybe it should be the other M word, moron.
Shane threw bucket after bucket of hot water on the hunks to flush it off the sidewalk into the street where a tire or two won’t mind as much as a shoe, having it smashed up into the tread. He found a plastic spackle device in the shop tool box to scrape it off the step. The front door mat is still out on the back deck drying from washing off the two embedded poop prints. There was so much poop it’s a wonder the person who accidentally stepped in it didn’t go for a slip and slide and broke a hip on the sidewalk. Personally, for that reason alone, I keep my head down when out for a walk, and although I’m not Scottish, you never know when you’ll find a coin!
Anyway, what started out a crappy day turned into a productive one. I pounded out three new Christmas Stocking patterns and Shane made up dozens of Christmas bundles that I will take a photo of tomorrow when they are all tied up with candy canes and ready to roll out the door!
Really crap in the shop is about as low as it can get. Crap sticks like glue to the carpets and comes with a stench that can bend steel. To the person who didn’t pick up after their pooch at 498 Main Street this morning, thanks a lot! Your dog must be mortified to have you as their pack leader. I’ve seen it before. The walker knows when the dog wants to stop and squat, so they drag the poor pooch, pretending they don’t see what’s coming out the back end so they don’t have to scoop it off the sidewalk. It’s lovely having your customers curl up their nose……as one said, “yes, there’s a hum in here”. Not exactly the memory we hope to germinate for the studio.
Poor Shane. It does a mother proud to know her boy doesn’t mind getting his hands dirty. I always say, winners do jobs that losers won’t do! My winner son, cleaned it all up, with nary a complaint although if truth be told, there were people in the shop or there might have been some blue air coming out of both of us. It friggin pisses me off that people don't clean up after their pups on the main street so it gets tracked into the shops. I’m not upset with the poor dog, just the master, although master implies a higher standing, maybe it should be the other M word, moron.
Shane threw bucket after bucket of hot water on the hunks to flush it off the sidewalk into the street where a tire or two won’t mind as much as a shoe, having it smashed up into the tread. He found a plastic spackle device in the shop tool box to scrape it off the step. The front door mat is still out on the back deck drying from washing off the two embedded poop prints. There was so much poop it’s a wonder the person who accidentally stepped in it didn’t go for a slip and slide and broke a hip on the sidewalk. Personally, for that reason alone, I keep my head down when out for a walk, and although I’m not Scottish, you never know when you’ll find a coin!
Anyway, what started out a crappy day turned into a productive one. I pounded out three new Christmas Stocking patterns and Shane made up dozens of Christmas bundles that I will take a photo of tomorrow when they are all tied up with candy canes and ready to roll out the door!
I'm starting to get into the holiday spirit with the Christmas tunes playing and the sparkling lights in the window so after this morning's fiasco, I thought maybe the dog walkers who ware leaving the turds on the sidewalk could get into the spirit and dress them up for the Father Christmas Festival, be kind so the people out for walks, visiting our town and perusing the shops, will see and avoid them.........
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