Fool me once, shame on you.

Fool me twice, shame on me. Fool me three times- well, that just makes me a fool.

Tonight, after a long hard day of annoying work, I took my sweet wiener dog for a saunter around the block. The weather is getting nice and I am finding it much more appealing to walk him in the coolness of September, than the heat from hell during the summer.

I did the walk ritual- got a poop bag, got the leash, got the Ween in his "vest" aka harness, and away we went. (Did I mention that I grabbed A poop bag- this information becomes very useful in about 30 seconds.)

So, we are walking along, Red is peeing at every blade of grass we pass, and I am checking out everyone's landscape trying to figure out why ours is just not as buttoned up. Something I am mentally adding to my list of "to do's."

We continue the walk and Red stops to poop. No big deal (other than the dry heaving and gagging noises I'll be making while picking it up). I get my bag ready, inside-out, an grab the lumps of poop in the grass, making sure to pick up every little bit. Perfect. And only a little bit of gagging! Not bad!

We mosey on and are rounding out the block when I look behind me and he has stopped again and is pooping. WHAT?! I only have 1 bag. It's already tied off, sealed! No more poop! What do I do? I'll tell you what I did- I opened that sealed bag up, and grabbed the second poop pile. This time, tying the bag so tight because it now has double stink to it! And the gagging has now graduated to a full on "outside voice" noise. Kids on their bikes are riding by, staring at the "gag" lady with the Ween.

Nice. Thanks Red. You're the best.

(By the way- this has happened to me now 2 days in a row; being caught with only one poop bag...third times a charm! Tomorrow I will have an arsenal of poop bags and will no longer be known as the gag lady, but the "bag" lady...if you will.)