I worked out for three and a half hours today, and I feel every minute of it. I feel muscles aching…Muscles I forgot I even had.
Before you get all impressed and exclaim, “gee, that Gardenwife’s really been doing well at the gym!”, I should clarify. See, actually, I worked outside for three and a half hours today.
My first workout of the day was a bit of leaf removal from between the perennials popping up around our patio. I stretched my arms out and grasped dead leaves, pulling them back toward me in great clumps.
Then came the heavier workout, the main event! Today was Spring Poop Reconnaissance, a time set aside for the time-honored tradition of dog owners everywhere. It’s not an international holiday, but it should be. It would celebrate us individuals who procrastinate and neglect to pick up steaming piles of canine scat during the cold and rainy winter months, folks who instead wait until a nice, sunny day in the spring and bravely face a yard full of said piles.
What heralds this spring activity? Preferably, the preceeding couple of days should be free of rain and warm with sunshine. A nice, drying breeze helps, too. Then, let the celebration begin!
Howie had already flown one sorty of the yard, but asked me to take a second look and get anything he missed. I was warmed up and ready, so I donned the extra-thick nitrile glove (they’re not just for chemical application anymore!) on my right hand. The process is simple, but effective: walk until you locate a dog log, bend at the hips to retrieve it, walk back to the poop receptacle, and desposit the turd with its turdmates.
Oh, and every so often, I also gave my thighs and calves a little workout by scooting the aforementioned poop receptacle, a shallow normally tray sold for mixing small batches of cement in, along in front of me with my feet.
I repeated this exercise until I could no longer differentiate between clods of dirt and dried up poo. Howie had evidently gotten to this point, too, because I recovered quite a few stragglers. Still, the
dog’s lion’s share was already in the tray.
Now but one question remains: Who gets to clean the tray and the glove? 😛 That, of course, is a whole different workout for another day, another muscle group.
P.S. Howie has the quotable quote for the day. He told a co-worker today, “Even an afternoon spent picking up dog sh*t is better than being at work.”