We have a family tradition that I continue to force on my
parents because, well, I love it. I’m
not entirely sure how they feel about it, but… I don’t really care (sorry not
sorry). Every year for Christmas, I get
them a new game so we can have some family game night fun. I love playing games (because I’m kind of a
dork) and I think I have this hope that as they continue to amass the games
that I force on them year after year, Christmas game night will maybe turn into
random game nights sprinkled throughout the year.
(This hasn’t really happened yet, but fingers crossed that
one day it will….)
To keep with tradition, I got the Urban Dictionary game this
year, and we played yesterday. There
were moments where it could have been a slightly awkward thing to be doing with
my parents, but overall, it was fun. And, I learned possibly the greatest
phrase I’ve ever heard: Shuffles Gonzalez. My immediate life goal became to somehow work
this phrase into my daily life.
Luckily, I got my first opportunity today.
We took Coop to the beach for a long walk. This was his second trip ever – we hauled ass
to the beach attempting to outrun sunset on Christmas eve. That trip was pretty short lived, as the sun
did set shortly after we arrived, forcing us to leave. Cooper seemed amazingly happy, so we planned
to take him back today because the weather looked like it was actually supposed
to be rain free (spoiler – it wasn’t, but it didn’t rain on our walk).
I knew Cooper would have to poop when we got there because
that’s just what he does. He gets so
keyed up and excited/anxious about anything new or generally fun that it
immediately impacts his GI tract. His
need was evident as soon as we stepped onto the beach. However, he was so
OMGSMELLSANDPEOPLEANDWATERTHATEWICANTDRINKANDOMGALLTHESTUFF that he wouldn’t
actually take the 30 sec to stop and just go, so he shuffle Gonzalez-d his way
through an hour and a half walk up and down the beach. How do I know this? Because he would randomly drop a small piece
of poop here and there as he failed at holding it all in. So I had to go our entire walk carrying a
slightly poop-filled bag in my hand. Awesome.
When we got off the beach and were headed back to the car, I
tossed the barely used poop bag in the garbage because I wasn’t sure I’d find another
trashcan between there and the car, and I knew I couldn’t just toss the bag
into the backseat with me. I went to the
dog cleanup station to grab and new bag and was horrified to discover that all
three bag rolls were empty. Yeah,
because it was almost 80 degrees on Christmas, and everyone and their brother
was at the beach. Awesome.
Not 45 seconds after I threw away my bag and discovered that
there were no new bags to be had, Cooper gave in and finally squatted to
poop. Of course he did. Luckily my
mom had a bag in the car, but I had to stand guard by the poop and wait for her
to get back. Awesome.
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