Yesterday afternoon the Marines were released early for the Columbus day weekend.
When I arrived home the wife and I not so quickly got the kids ready to go out shopping in order to get it done with for the weekend so we could spend those full days working on maintaining the house and lawn and whatnot.
So we stopped at a fast food point for a snack, made the journey over the bridge, went to the Japanese market, Trader Joe's, and because the time did not so good for trying to face traffic heading back north, we made a stop off at church. All in all it took a good half of a day from us leaving the house to getting back.
When we arrived home, There was a gift waiting for us. It had a distinct oder to it. It was certainly unexpected. The dog had pooped on the floor. conveniently on top of a cleaning rag that he had found somewhere. My first instinct was to check the back door, it was open and he could have gone out to poo if he needed too. Next I looked at the poo, to see if the dog might be sick. You can tell a lot about health by observing your poo you know. But the poo appeared to be healthy.
Finally I realized what the problem was. The dog knows, that if he poops on the floor that this is not acceptable behavior. He knows it is stinky. He knows it is messy. he knows it is a bit rude. he knows that people may be shocked to see poop on their living room floor. he also knows that this will get him attention. And negative attention is better than no attention at all.
Now I know not everyone has a dog. But a lot of us still have to deal with dog poop. This dog poop has numerous miraculous forms. It may be a problem Marine, or a seemingly angry spouse, or a vulgar Buddhist blogger. But all of these things often have the same root cause. They have experienced a lack of attention. And therefore are expressing their dissatisfaction by shitting on your living room floor. My prescription is to put the poop in the toilet and flush it away, or better burry it in the yard and work it into your garden, and then give some loving attention to the source of the poop whatever that might be.
Stepping out of the saturday morning bubble of pretentiousness, and getting back to work,