Doo Doo You Remember?

...when you were a kid and you stepped in IT?  Doo Doo, that is?  Please, read on with the understanding that this week's act of kindness follows last week's Contemplative Collection directly and with the understanding that this week's deed is not, as one blog follower commented last week, "for the faint of heart."

I set out on my morning dog walk with a dedication to scoop up other dog's dookie.  Bleck!  Why?  Because I do remember having the most unfortunate experience of stepping in dog poo both as youngster and as an adult.  Disgusting!  I recall having to sit down with a stick and digging it out of the nooks and crannies of my sneakers and then rinsing off the bottoms of the shoes with the hose and then having to leave them outside to dry and to make sure all the stink was gone.  Whew, what a process!  I also did this because another one of our favorite dog walks is up a bike path in the woods; a destination for many of all ages who want to get exercise, fresh air, and explore the wilds of this suburban community.  Who wants to deal with stepping in it (by now you know that to which I refer)?

So, on Tuesday morning my big fluffy dog and I set out with more dookie bags than usual.  I said to myself and the dear dog, "Come on, it's just the sort of dense fog of a morning you love to walk in!  Not quite pea soup but warm and misty.  Who could dream of a better early morning activity than bending down to dig in the dirt to pick up the dumps of other dogs?  Let's go!"  Once again I figured, if I dared to move into that contemplative mindset, being in the here and now, using all my senses... right, that was a bit halting when I considered the deed ... using all my senses to take in the whole of the morning, I could deal with it. 

Besides the fifteen times I got down to scoop other dog's doo doo I did maintain my direction towards kind thoughts as well as kind deeds.  And voila,  I was rewarded as I walked in the northerly direction up the completely unpopulated bike path before 7 a.m.  I was taken as I noticed three delicately dew filled cobwebs which pushed out like parachutes and which all faced at the very same angle with the fat side of the parachute shaped webs facing North.  The morning light, foggy, not sunny, was just right so that these intricate works of art were highlighted with the beads of moisture making them look white and perfectly symmetrical.   As I neared the bridge I saw the resident big blue heron lift off slowly and go two huge wing flaps to the other side of the inlet, just far enough away from the dog and me.  Majestic blue heron!  And in the distance on the other side of the pond I could see the down filled, green headed mallard duck maybe cruising for a dive for breakfast tasties.  Who knows?

I can say that as I delivered the four, very filled dookie bags to one of the trash bins dotting the local little league baseball diamond park, my senses were much more filled with the distinct beauties of the morning's walk than the disgusting parts of bagging doo.  I might even do it again to keep fewer from the experience of stepping in it.

And may the rest of your week be doo doo free...