So I am not really sure what I believe in when it comes to God and religion and all that spiritual stuff, but I do believe in doing the right thing, being a good person, surrounding yourself with great people and treating others as you would like to be treated yourself.
I believe in some kind of Karma, you know, what goes around comes around.
So now I am a bit worried.
I took the Pooch for a walk, which I do rarely without Mr H.
She did an enormous turd, I was dragging her so hard that that turd went from one drive way, then on to the nature strip of the next house.
The thought of picking up a steaming dog turd, having it in the bag and walking it to the next bin makes me want to vomit.
I left it, told Popps to run for it, in case the home owners saw us and wanted me to remove the worlds largest turd from their driveway.
I hate it when people do that. I believe in being a responsible dog owner. I failed my own test of doing what you would like others to do for you.
Now I am waiting for the Karma, either I will stand in dog shit or the girls will and I will have to clean it out of the ridges of their shoes. Or worse.
Is this Karma? Or is it just that terrible Catholic guilt that was drummed in to me for 18 years refusing to budge from the back of my mind?
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