Night & Day
It is 10:15pm. I am outside in the backyard. It is dark. I am cold. Under a canopy of lightly falling mist, I am scouring the ground via dim cellphone light and violently inhaling every molecule of air that floats my way. I am in a desperate search. A desperate search for dog shit. We let Teddy outside for Last (Nature) Call before bed. Teddy hovered by our feet for a couple minutes and then bolted towards the bushes where the grass ends and the pine-needle earth begins. He emerged minutes later and scampered clumsily around the yard. "Did he poop?" This is the one question standing between me and a dry, warm bed. And a night full of broken, restless sleep. Unfortunately, the only way to answer this question is to make visual contact. NOT with the puppy. And that is why I am outside late at night sniffing the air for dog poop. I'd just like to say that when I pictured a life of puppy ownership, midnight poop treasure hunts didn't come readily to mind. Tedd...
