Grateful is cleaning up ex-sloppy-now-dried dog shit from a long pile rug.
You think I’m mad right? I’m not – I’m actually lucky. Very, very bloody lucky.
My dog Bundy awoke me at the start of the week with some urgency to be let outside. While I don’t like losing sleep I was pleased that he had finally learned to tell me when he had “issues”. My previous dog, Cooper, was a gun at this. He’d come to the side of the bed and keep nudging me til I woke and did not spill a drop until outside. Bundy, well, not so much – let’s call him a slow learner.
I went back to sleep after letting him out and didn’t think anything of it until I went to vacuum said rug, 5 days later. There, to my delight (not) was a dried out splatter of shit – pretty much everywhere. (You may be wondering why I didn’t smell this. Truth is I actually have NO sense of smell whatsoever, never have. This clearly has advantages and disadvantages…)
In anger and frustration I donned my cleaning gloves and, after using a paint scraper to get the dried, caked poo loose (oh yes, I’m taking you with my on this journey dammit) I got the hot water and the special carpet cleaning spray and scrubbed.
And scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed.
For 45 freakin minutes I scrubbed!
As I scrubbed I grumbled about the “damn dog and his sensitive gut” and the fact that he could have “told” me it was there, like maybe 5 days earlier thanks.
I bitched about how this was cutting into my schedule which, in turn, was cutting into my creative time.
I moaned because I was soon to have house guests and didn’t “need this shit”, literally.
Then it occurred to me just how damn lucky I was.
Today, in Newtown, Connecticut, there are families, friends and an entire community grieving for lost love ones. Imagine the horror of realising your child had just been gunned down while at school. Small children whose hopes, dreams and lives were callously ended with the single twitch of an insane finger. Potential lost, hearts broken and lives shattered.
Closer to home in Port Elliot, there is another family who are facing their first Christmas without their son and brother. A sweet, 4 year old boy tragically killed, before his family’s eyes, in a road accident that could have been prevented had pedestrian lights been installed when previously requested by the very same little boys mum.
How do you recover from a loss like these people are experiencing?
So instead of grumbling, bitching and moaning I thought of those people and their families as I scrubbed.
I thought of how lucky I am to be looking forward to spending this Christmas day with those I love.
I thought of how lucky I am that my niece and nephew are safe and happy.
I thought of how lucky I am to have a beautiful dog (inspite of his wayward bowels).
I thought of how grateful I am that scrubbing five day old dog shit from a long pile rug was the worst thing that happened to me today.
What are you grateful for today?
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