"See, that's why I don't have a dog," says the parking enforcement officer as she watches me pick up Coco's poop.
I give her a smile and think that the conversation's over at this point, but she continues, "My friends say they're gonna get me something they say feels just like a real dog, but I think they're just gonna get me a stuffed animal."
"That's the problem with living things:" I say thoughtfully, "Everything poops."
One year ago: A Walk in the Rain
Two years ago: Not As Helpful As I Could Have Been
Three years ago: Hands
Four years ago: That's That
Six years ago: safe
Seven years ago: Let's Pretend