Another problem with using the streets or sidewalks to walk ones dog is poop.
Not that the roads are running with refuse. At least not in my city. It’s just that there often isn’t a good spot for the dog to poop and there is almost never a trashcan to dispose of said poop. This isn’t bad if you can tie up the poop in a bag. If you are using a pooper scooper, it is a bit more problematic.
But it was a cool, really sunny day, so my preferred trail was out. I took to the streets.
Fame pooped, and I picked it up. I was heading down a quiet road whiten I saw a park with a trashcan. Score!
But then I noticed it was off a gravel path and the gravel was about an inch below the road. I hemmed and hawed but finally decided not to risk it. My sister and husband were en route to Vermont to take my nephew to college. Better not to chance it.
But …. As I turned away from the park, one of my black wheels slipped off the road into the gravel. It’s fate, I decided, so stupidly I barreled down to the trashcan.
It was bumpy, but I got down there easy enough.
Notice I keep using “down.”
Returning to the street meant going up. I didn’t make it. I started to back up and try again. Then I got stuck going back.
A this point I texted a friend for help. Then I looked around and realized this would need the fire department not a friend or two.
So I texted my friend back and said never mind, then texted Mom and asked her to call the fire department. The problem was the park is right in the middle of my city and another one, so it took a while to figure out jurisdiction.
While they figured, Mom came.
My friend awesomely decided to come out anyway, too. She got me into the grass, but I still had too get to the street. That’s when the firefighters showed. It was quite fast really.
I drove; they pushed — easy-peasy.
What a day. Oh poop.
