As we walked along the water, looking at boats in the marina, tummies full from a delicious crab lunch in Bodega Bay, enjoying the beautiful day...we heard a cry. Vincent tripped and fell right into a fresh pile of mushy dog poo. His shirt and hand were covered.We cut the shirt off and hosed him down with the outdoor shower on the side of the motor home. That was the end of our trip several weeks ago. It's taken me a little while to be able to look back on this incident and be able to write about it. It was pretty traumatic for all of us.
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Ugh. That's a mother's biggest nightmare, I can see why you didn't want to write about it. It sounds like you managed to clean it up pretty well.
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