And then I felt it...

So every morning I try to go for a brisk 45 minute walk. I basically walk down to the beach and back. Let me just interject how much I love the beach. I love the sound of the waves. I love the smell of the ocean and the sand. I love the constant cool breeze. I love it. I think that I must always have an ocean near me!!! Well, I had decided to take my camera so I could take pictures. I've noticed that from other blogs when you pepper in photographs, the blog is much more interesting. Unfortunately, my camera's battery was dead. So I was putting the camera in its pouch, not really paying attention to anything (I mean I'm at the beach...there's not much to walk into!), when I felt it... Squish! Something oozing between my toes. Then I smelt it...dog excrement! GROSS!!! Apparently someone had let their dog relieve itself and had decided not to clean up after it. Now I had it all over my barefoot!!!! It's one thing to step in dog mess with your shoes on. It's quite a different thing to step in poop with nothing shielding your skin from nastiness. It's also a different animal when you're at the beach and you have nothing really to wipe it on. Sand does not have the poop grabbing efficiency that grass has. So there I am at the beach doing the drag-your-foot-across-the-ground dance making my way to the ocean. Apparently, I stepped in super sticky poop and it was not easy getting it off. Disgusting! Eventually it did come off and I was able to continue with my walk. Of course, I paid a little bit more attention to where I was going.
More stories from the road to come.