Just a few minutes ago I was taking an armful of laundry to the clothesline to dry. Much to my dismay I felt a freshly squeezed dog turd squish up between my bare toes.
I had 2 choices. Either A#1 I could get all worked up over stepping barefoot in dog crap in the back yard or B#2 I could be happy that I didn't step barefoot in dog crap in the living room. Now Vlad and Bella usually do their dirty deeds in the back corners of the back yard by the fence but on occasion they leave me an unexpected and unwelcome present. Sometimes right there in the middle of the floor for God and everybody to see and admire. I chose to be be happy and thank the good Lord I didn't step in their leavings either unshod and know it then and there or even worse shod and track it all over the house until it was all worn off.
That's how I take life. One dog turd or duck/goose butt pudding stepped in at a time. We can get angry because we didn't see it and stepped in it... Or we can be happy it was in the yard instead of the living room. (Ok, the ducks and geese stay outside so have no opportunity to crap in the living room).
When life gives you lemons you can make lemonade... Or get some tequila & salt and have a party!
Yes, I did wash my feet off before I came back inside the house!
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