Linda Meckler

We were all asleep in our beds one night when our two year old husky named Akari pooped on our kid’s bedroom floor.
 

My three year old son suddenly woke up during the night yelling, “Mommy where are you?”
 

“David come into my room and sleep with us.” So David jumps out of bed barefoot squish, squash and heads for his parent’s bedroom. He jumps up on their bed bringing the poop with him. “Be quiet don’t wake daddy,” I cautioned half asleep. David was delighted at the idea of waking daddy from a deep sleep in the middle of the night.
 

The next morning daddy jumps out of bed and walks down the hallway squish, squash. “Susan,” he yells. “I just stepped into a pile of dog poop.”
 

“Well clean it up,” said Susan from the bed half asleep.  Susan opens her eyes and gags the entire room smelled like dog poop.  She held her nose while ripping the sheets and blankets off the bed. She grabbed them and started walking down the hallway. Squish, Squash.
 

“Michael, are you wearing your glasses? I thought you cleaned up all the dog poop. Are your allergies bothering you so much this morning that you can’t smell?”
 

Meanwhile, David still half asleep with his brown hair in his eyes walks up to Susan. “Oh,” Susan moaned, you are covered in dog poop to the bathroom young man march,” she pointed to the bathroom.
 

“Michael open up all the doors and windows and let’s air this stinking place out,” she ordered.
 

“Where is that mangy dog?” asked Susan. “I can’t wait to get my hands on her.”
 

“Is Akari in trouble mommy?” questioned three year old David from the bathroom.
 

“No don’t worry David; I’m sure Akari had an accident like you do sometimes. It’s okay when I find her I’ll clean her up. Now stay in the bathroom until I can give you a bath.”
 

Poor Akari was found in the kitchen and put outside until she could be cleaned up. Her tail was between her legs and her ears were down. She looked so pathetic, you had to laugh.
 

Susan didn’t know that she would be at the store at 8:00 a.m. that morning renting a carpet cleaner on one of the hottest, muggiest days of the year.
 

The End

Short Story  Copyright 2006  Linda Meckler     This is not posted anywhere else.