poopy spring

Spring is now my least favorite season. Maybe I would feel differently if I didn't have a dog that tracks mud into the house and a little boy who seems to love the mud, wanting to explore the earth as it magically appears from under the blanket of snow and ice that was winter. Problem is that when the snow melts, not only does the yard turn to muck, but it exposes all the winter poops. This year we have the added caveat of a bunny rabbit living under our deck whom has turned our yard into a fecal-filled terror zone. And of course Eddie wants to run all over the place. Today my biggest fear came true. Eddie picked up one of Marty's poops! My reaction was akin to a mother seeing her child dart out into moving traffic - I screamed his name in such a blood-curdling way that I hope the neighbors didn't hear. It all occurred in sort of slow motion. I turned around to run inside and get his coat (he had darted out the door as I let Marty out) and when I returned into view, I saw him dancing around with a poop in his hand. The horror. Luckily it was an older, firmer poop and not a new moist one...luckily he didn't discovered the few piles of diarrhea that Marty had created this weekend. Gross. I just picked him up and somehow I guess it fell out of his hand, or maybe he dropped it as I yelled, I dunno, it is all such a blur. I just picked him up and carried him inside and washed his hands like 50 times. I don't know if I will make it through the spring without having a heart attack.