We know that Einstein and I go for our morning walk first. It was a BRILLIANT morning. At 5:30 AM. In the dark. BUT - the stars were glowing in the sky like a million diamonds and the moon was shining brightly. There was no wind. And except for the hooting of an owl - it was calm and peaceful. We walked down the road, sniffing and listening. Einstein was listening for any neighbor who might be leaving. On the off chance that he could see them and break the silence of the morn. Luckily he didn't see anyone. We walked to the parking lot at the head of the trail - and both of us "did our thing." My human picked up and disposed our deposits in the trash barrel.
And we headed back down the road for home. It was too dark to walk the trail. And besides, the batteries in my human's trusty headlamp were working at about 10% efficiency. Really, she shouldn't even have bothered to put the thing on. It wasn't illuminating much beyond 6 inches of her head.
As we headed for home, Einstein decided to play a joke on my human. But she didn't KNOW it was a joke. You see, Einstein likes to poop multiple times on one walk. He likes to be sure that the people who make dog poop bags are never out of work. So I'm walking ahead and Einstein is walking behind me and as is his habit, he stops in the middle of the road to poop. And he "assumes the position." But while he is "pooping", my human is watching me for some reason. I mean she knows he is doing his thing, but she was watching me. So he "finishes" while she takes off her gloves and digs out another poop bag from her pocket. Yup - we have started that time of year for juggling leashes, gloves and poop bags. It should be an Olympic sport. So she digs out the bag and walks back a few feet to pick up. And remember - the headlamp is NOT bright. But she can't find the poop. Really. In the middle of the road. I mean she "saw" him go. But did she? He assumed the position, but DID he go? So now she is bent over walking in circles on the road, trying to find the poop. Picture it. With two dogs staring at her. And she is mumbling something like "it MUST be here." The search went on for what seemed like an hour in dog time, but was probably 3 minutes. She finally gave up. She got home, and before she took The FG out, changed the batteries in the headlamp. Which NOW illuminated the yard like a lighthouse light. And back they went to search for poop. And guess what? There WAS none. Yup. He faked it. Good one Einstein. Really good one.
I think the bent over poop search in the pitch black clutching poop bags, gloves and leashes with two dogs watching would make for a great scene in our movie. Don't you?
Never a dull moment.
Have a good one. Peace and paws up.
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