and then, i dry heaved over the kitchen sink.

yesterday evening, i was just settling down with a glass of chardonnay and american idol on dvr. but kolby wasn't happy. he needed to pee.

so out we went. to this patch of grass where all the dogs eliminate. but kolby wasn't focusing. he was running around. jumping. wiggling. eating things. i finally got sick of it and swiped the last gulp of something out of his mouth with my right pointer finger.

that's when i felt it.
mushy. cold. wet. dog poop.
the nastiness that was once in kolby's mouth was now knuckle deep on my finger.
and at that moment, i wanted to die.
instead, i pretended like there was nothing on my finger by holding it away from my body and out of sight as kolby and i sprinted inside.
i dry-heaved the entire way to the kitchen. that's where i scrubbed. and then sanitized. three times.

so yeah. that's the story of the evening i stuck my finger in a pile of dog poo that resided inside the mouth of my cute little puppy.