Conclusion from a Turd
This morning I woke up and, as usual, I let the dogs outside while the coffee maker worked its magic. The dogs had been out earlier that morning and I discovered poor, old Jimmie with his increasingly sporadic bowels had had an accident on the back deck. Then I noticed on the very bottom step, a squished turd with the unmistakable imprint of a shoe tread.
I laughed and felt bad for Ryan at the same time. That small, misshapen piece of poop gave me a clear vision of how his work day started out.
He came out of the house, admired the changing fall leaves, and inhaled the crisp and invigorating morning air.
“Today is going to be a GREAT day!!!” I imagine he thought.
Reality sunk in. : )