This Is How You Take A Poo In New Mexico
- Filed under: out and about, photography
- Date: Apr 10,2008
Oh the joys of laziness.
I have so much to do and not a single ounce of willpower to even get started on anything.
I still have to upload the pictures from the trip, and the problem with that is that I have so many of them, but since it was New Mexico, a lot of the scenery is the same. PLUS, I don’t know where to begin with it. Should I start at Day 1-ish and post the pictures as they were taken? Or should I do them based on what we were doing at the time, blah blah blah.
Most of them are slowly being uploaded to flickr, so if you want a sneak peak, go there. But don’t go look until like Saturday or something so I can have time to add more. I’m off tomorrow so I should get a fair bit of stuff done.
ANYWAY. Here is something interesting from the trip. We stopped at a “rest area” to let the girls use the potty. They have this thing where they aren’t very keen on taking a cacapoo anywhere other than our backyard. I swear they can hold it for days if need be - unless I leave them alone in my living room for more than 2 minutes… they will happily use my carpet then.
Well, at the rest stop there was a brick wall (as you can see above) that said HER/HIS on it. After you went through a little maze you found yourself at a specially designed toilet. Actually, calling it a toilet is way too classy. It’s more like a poo depository.
Naturally, any idea of me even attempting to use it was out of the question. I was already annoyed about my lack of 4-5 star hotels along the way… was I really expected to use some tin bucket to pee in?
As I began to exit my side of the Tin Can Pooper area, I heard laughter and sounds of utter disgust. I thought it was maybe because the girls had used the bathroom outside and my husband was doing the typical bag covered hand poo collecting that us dog lovers are forced to do.
Boy was I ever wrong.
You see, the HIM side of the Pooper was missing the tin can. All they had was some hole in the ground. And a pile of stinky mess which someone had attempted to deposit into said hole, and missed.
It was SO disgusting.
But I guess whoever it was really had to go.
I on the other hand would have done my best to channel my dogs willpower and held onto my “stink stink” until I reached the nearest town with a McDonald’s or Burger King so I could use a REAL restroom. I can’t even begin to imagine what kind of urgency would leave me to squat over THAT open hole.
But that’s just me.
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