This morning, I'm at home watching my youngest daughter, Rachel, who unfortunately has the flu. So, I thought that I'd make good use of the amazing morning light and take a few spring flower pictures in the yard. Over my lifetime, I've taken more flower pictures than ANYTHING else.
So, I pulled on some jeans and slippers and waddled out into my yard. I say "waddled" because I don't think that I walk exactly normally wearing the slippers. Just a hunch. I took a few dozen pictures and grabbed some shots that I wanted to combine with the flowers as a texture. I had a nice idea for a "Friday Photo" shot. After taking what I thought I needed, I headed inside and downstairs to my office to download the pictures from the SLR to my computer for editing and posting to "One Dad's Life."
While waiting for the download software to figure out which pictures were new (I had around 1200 shots living on the camera...I don't always delete them right away as kind of a backup until I MAKE a backup) I started to notice a mildly unpleasant odor. At first, I thought perhaps the T-shirt or jeans I was wearing had a little mildew on it, since I'm sensitive to that odor.
I continued to wait for the pictures to download.
I noticed the odor was getting a little teensy bit stronger. It wasn't mildew. I thought perhaps the cats had just used the litter box in the adjoining utility area and I was smelling that.
I started to look through my newly downloaded pictures to see if I had what I needed for today's shot.
The odor was steadily increasing. "Holy COW!", I thought, "what have those cats been eating?"
I was zooming in on a couple of shots to check for sharpness.
"It really is starting to smell bad in here," I thought. "Maybe the dumb cat didn't cover up their mess!"
A couple of the pictures looked promising.
The odor was steadily increasing. I didn't think it was coming from the litter box anymore. "Maybe they went around my desk for some reason", I wondered. I looked around, but didn't see anything. They have NEVER gone around my office area, but you never know. They are getting to that geriatric age where animals get....interesting.
I thought I was going to be able to create the final shot that I was trying to get! Hurray! I probably wasn't going to have to head out to the yard for another try.
The smell was now totally overpowering. I also realized, due the my highly trained culinary nose, that this was NOT cat poop odor. No. It was dog poop. Yes, there is a difference. I gave another glance around the office looking for the evidence, which was increasingly hard to do because of the fact that my vision was starting to blur from the odor.
"MAN, DOES IT STINK IN HERE!" I exclaimed. No one was listening.
I scooted my chair back and looked under the desk. Nothing. Then, I wisely thought to look at my slippers. Nothing on the left slipper. Then I moved to the right slipper. HOLY COW!!!! It was LOADED with dog poop. LOADED. Apparently, in all my yard waddling, I had waddled into some of my dogs handiwork.
I took the slippers off and walked upstairs, looking for evidence of poop around the rest of the house. I didn't notice anything on the carpeting in my room and the stairs, but when I got UPSTAIRS, there were little poop footprints marking the path I had walked like one of those Family Circle comics.
I knew right then that I would NOT be editing a picture for today's post. No. I was going to be doing some mopping and vacuuming. I threw my slippers on the back porch, turned around to go back in the house and promptly STEPPED in a chunk of poop that had scraped off my slipper on the door jamb.
Now I had to hop on one foot to the bathroom to wash off my foot, carefully avoiding the other little poopy footprints.
Well, at least we now have freshly cleaned floors, and I did get my shot (which will now be up next week sometime). And, hey! For once, there was a "Stupid Gregg Trick" that didn't involve water! Unless, of course, you count the cleanup water.
Life is good.