I’ve been patrolling this neighborhood every morning for five years now, and I thought for certain that I’ve seen everything.  Yet this morning I was reminded the world is still full of surprises!  Our walk started out natural enough.  Perhaps a bit too natural for some people’s sensibilities.  I pooped.  Since we only made it as far as the end of our driveway before answering nature’s call, Dad bagged it and left it in our yard to throw out when we returned.  No need to take my poop for a walk.  This certainly isn’t the first time this has happened.  So without a second thought, we continued on our neighborhood patrol.

By all appearances it was a normal walk.  We saw in the field Tom Turkey flirting with the ladies.  Tom, stop embarrassing yourself.  She’s just not that into you.  As we continued our walk we wagged our tails at our friends, the morning commuters.  Everyone seemed unusually pleasant despite it being a muggy, hot Monday.  A few even waved back at us.  Because we wanted to beat the heat, we made good time getting to the end of the road, barked good morning to the neighbor getting his newspaper, and headed for home.  Nothing out of the ordinary.  Heck, even Dad’s sneakers managed to stay intact today.  A typical walk.

As we approached our driveway we saw Mr. Hawk swoop down and pick something up.  Nothing out of the ordinary there.  Many times over the years I’ve witnessed Mr. Hawk pick up an unsuspecting Mouse in our yard and fly off with it.  Little did we realize something was different.  We got to where the poop bag was, but it was missing!  Certain we left it in that very spot, Dad continued looking for it.  Then he happened to glance over into Trouble and Odie’s yard, and there was our poop bag!  It didn’t take me long to connect the clues and realize that it wasn’t a Mouse we saw in Mr. Hawk’s clutches.  It was my poop bag!  He must have realized his mistake and dropped it in their yard!  Embarrassed and not wanting to bring attention to himself, Dad put Asa and I in the house.  Then he quickly darted into the neighbor’s yard to retrieve the trespassing bag of poop before the kids headed out to the bus stop.  AWKWARD!

So the moral of this story is always pick up your poop bag or a hungry Hawk may get mad and drop it on your head!