I took his Chuckiness out early early early yesterday morning as the heat has been fierce. We went to our local park and I was tossing pine cones for him to chase. Unusually, there was a young man with a series of soccer balls (6 or 7) practicing shots on the nets that are up in the park. As we got closer Chuck went over to pee on the goal posts as he does every. single. day, and as do all the other dogs every. single. day. The guy stopped kicking the balls at the net. He wasn't very good and they weren't going very hard or far (and mostly wild) so I shouted down that he could keep going and not to worry about the dog. "No, " he said, I don't want the dog to bite my balls."
"I don't think he's interested, ya know?" I called back.
Hmmmm, did he get his own joke?
Anyway, Chuck came trotting back towards me and glanced over behind the net where the guy had dropped his bike and bag, then he looked again and started hollering NOoooooooooOOOO!!!!
Yup, the Chuckster went over and dropped a load on his bag.
Fortunately as he was being bellowed at and I was running down as fast as I could he only got out a nugget or two....and to cap it all, I only had a bit of newspaper to pick it us as I'd fogotten a bag, and the grass was long. Did I get it all?
I was embarrassed enough I just walked away without looking at the guy. Fortunately I got far enough away he couldn't hear me before I started laughing.
Good thing he'd gotten over his stomach bug, no? That's my dog, he won't bite your balls but he might sh*t on your bag!
Oh, and the soccer guy? He didn't come back this morning.