More than just a phrase...shit does happen - literally sometimes. And when it does, in the least appropriate time and place, it can be mortifying! Take, for example, a little "issue" I had with Kona yesterday at the tail end (pardon the pun) of a therapy visit to the VA Hospital. Now, understand that Kona and I have been visiting the VA hospital 2 to 3 times a week for nearly a year and a half. He has never so much as farted in a patient's room, as far as I can tell. He is always on his best behavior, and always the perfect little gentleman pooch.
Until yesterday. We were in the "multi-purpose room" where we visit a number of patients that are working on art projects. We stop in that room every Monday and Friday. As we were visiting with two gentlemen, Kona started to hunch over. The "poop" hunch. At first I thought that I must be seeing things..."Kona would never poop inside" I thought to myself. Then one of the men said, "I think Kona's gunna poop..." I looked and sure enough he was hunching over again, "assuming the position." OH NO! I bolted out of the room and headed for the nearest exit (which happened to be the main hospital entrance and about 100 yards away), all the while saying, "Hang in there buddy, we are almost outside!" Running as fast as I could, without knocking over people in the (very crowded) hallway, we'd made it nearly to the main exit. Nearly.
But we didn't make it.
Within about 10 yards of getting to the door, Kona pooped, on the run...the poor guy! Something really got to his tummy, and without being any more graphic than I've already been, he left a nasty trail. I turned around and yelled back to the woman who works at the information desk, "Kathy - I'm SO sorry! You are going to have to get someone to clean that up!" I thought about stopping and just letting him finish, but we were already basically out the door and heading for a grassy patch to let him finish his "business." Just as we hit the door, I heard an older gentleman's voice yell, "Holy shit!" as he saw what was happening....all I could think to say back to him, in that instant, was "Yes, sir, it is!"
I felt SO bad. I thought about going back in and helping clean up the mess, but I wasn't sure what had affected Kona and was worried that it might strike again.
We headed for the car, my head hung low, and my cheeks blazing red with embarrassment. I don't know when I've ever been so moritifed. I called the main desk shortly after we got into the car to apologize again to our friend Kathy. She reassured me that the mess had already been taken care of by the housekeeping department, and that "worse things had happened on that floor." Um, worse than a 15 foot long trail of poop? I don't even want to think about it.
So, the next time you hear the saying "Shit happens" think of us, and remember that yes, it sure does sometimes.
6 comments:
when ya gotta go, ya gotta go!
how embarrassing!
xoxo
Oh I am so sorry that happened and yeah that had to be embarassing but im sure the love that Kona brings them makes up for lil accidents like that!
Big hug to both of yall!
I think anyone with kids and pets can sadly relate to this. That is
really embarrassing. This stuff does just happen. Hope Kona is feeling better.
Poor baby! The worst part is that you know his tummy must have felt ~terrible~ and he probably hated doing it as much as you hated being part of it - bet he was mortified!
Is his tummy better now?
Aw - poor Kona. He was probably just as mortified as you - knowing he couldn't "keep it in". I'm sure "housekeeping" has alot of poop they clean up on a regular basis, so don't fret about it. Just think - it could ahve been YOU that was struck with the "OMG - I have to go...NOW!!!" syndrome. I think we've all been there!! ha ha!!! :)
Sue,
I know this wasn't your proudest moment, but I have to tell you this made me laugh. Not because you were so mortified but because you told it brilliantly. I'm sorry it happened but this was a great story, something all of us who are animal companions can identify with. THANK YOU for sharing.
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