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<P>It has finally gotten warm here in Utah--80’s. I take 3 of the dogs to Dimple</P>
<P>Dell Gully, which is horse trails with sagebrush, scrub oak and 2 ft. tall grasses. </P>
<P>There are lots of joggers, walkers and other dogs now the weather is nice.</P>
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<P>We know almost all the dogs we see, and the boys behave quite well if the other</P>
<P>dogs behave. When we see any dog, I pull them off trail and we wait until the dog goes</P>
<P>by. Past experience with tangled leashes has resulted in this manuever.</P>
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<P>They are particularly crazy (and I mean that literally) about a blue-eye husky named Stella. </P>
<P>Wowza. We see Stella coming--the crowd goes wild. Pull them off to the side. Standing in</P>
<P>tall, damp grass. All three of them make a gigantic lunge toward the dancing,</P>
<P>opera singing Stella. I am usually pretty good at holding them back but I go</P>
<P>to my knees. Of course, they take advantage of that with another giant</P>
<P>lunge. Now, I am on my stomach in the grass, looking like I just slid into third</P>
<P>base. I swear they pulled me another couple inches after that. </P>
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<P>Stella has been dragged past us, so thankfully her owner does not see me. She</P>
<P>may have heard me saying a few choice words, but that is normal.</P>
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<P>Then, I smell something. I had been using a training treat bag to carry full poop</P>
<P>baqs, but it fell off my belt several walks back (too heavy, apparently) and I lost it. </P>
<P>I had tied a full, fragrant poop bag to Freddie’s flexi handle. The bag split open </P>
<P>when I fell. My hand is fully immersed in dog poop, as are both flexi lead handles</P>
<P>in that hand. Since walking 3 dogs requires switching of the handles from hand to hand, I </P>
<P>soon have two hands covered in dog crap, and all the leash handles. </P>
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<P>We are quite a ways from the car. By the time we got back, the crap had dried</P>
<P>sufficiently that I don’t feel I got much on my car keys or my car. It isn’t </P>
<P>until I get into the house and wash my hands and the flexi leads and still</P>
<P>smell something that I realize I also have dog crap on one pant leg from my</P>
<P>knee to my ankle. Glad I didn’t wear shorts today.</P>
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<P>Marilyn Briggs</P></SPAN></DIV></div></body></html>