Ok, for those who are queezy, you may not want to read this, but, it does turn out rather funny, or at least I thought so. This evening hubby and I had to run out to Walmart to get some more cat food for Squeeker (the stray we take care of.) I had been checking in on Lil Baby Emma and had Maggy sleeping on my lap. Well, hubby came in and said, come on babe, if we're going to Walmart, lets go now, I'm tired. So, I put Maggy May down to give her time to pee or whatever while I went potty myself. I came back in, scooped her cute lil fury butt up and put her in her kennel and we headed out the door. Well, Lil Miss Maggy May had the runs the other day, she was fine today, her stools were pretty formed, just a lil soft. So anyhow, we're on our way to Walmart and my nose itches, I reach up and scratch it, hmmm, yuck, my hand smells aweful, do I have doggy poo on my hand? I look on the top of my hand, no poo to be found. But man, my hand really STINKS!! Can't wait to get home and wash my hands. So, we get inside Walmart, I feel something on my finger, I move my finger to make whatever it is drop, it didn't drop though. So, I bring my and up, turn it over so I'm seeing the palm and go to get whatever it is off my finger and all the sudden
YUCK, I have Maggy May poo in the palm of my hand!! I make a mad dash for the bathroom, hubby's yellin, honey, honey, where ya going? Like I can yell out in the middle of Walmart I had Maggy May poo in my hand, ROFL!!! I just left him standing and kept heading for the bathroom. I was praying to God no one was in there to see I had poo in my palm, lol. I guess when I picked her lil butt up to put her in the kennel, she'd leave me a lil gift in my hand as a going away present, lol. Lil turd! Boy the things us fur Moms have to deal with, lol.