Learning from poop picking

I miss my nephew. I decided this as I picked up dog poop.

Don't get me wrong, I'd still be picking up dog poop if he were here.

My nephew may be unique in his respect for his uncle's ability and total disregard for my disability. At least I hope that is what it is.

How else to explain the night we walked Claren? She pooped, and without any semblance of guilt, my nephew said: "I'll hold the leash." And he did, leaving his wheelchair-using uncle to bend over and pick up the poop.

I am lucky to have him and also the people who do pick up the poop because it is a smelly pain.