A Change in Attitude

A not so funny thing happened to me today on the way to the mailbox. Big Brother and I both stepped in dog poop. Big Brother, not knowing he had poop on his shoes, tracked it all through our living room (thank goodness for hardwood floors). Saying I was not happy is an understatement. I called the city and complained (also an understatement). I threatened to scoop it up and go put it on my neighbor's porch. The mayor and police chief came to visit us and told me they'd warn the neighbors to watch their dog. They were both a hoot about it all and by then, so was I. As they were leaving, the police chief fell off our porch, but caught herself before busting her butt. It was quite an irritating and entertaining morning.

There's nothing like a little guy to change my attitude. I went to check on Baby Jaws after not hearing him for a few minutes and saw this. He was trying his best to get Big Brother's Lightning McQueen shoes on his feet. It put a smile on my face and made me forget about my irritating, poopy day.