It's been quite a day. I had illusions of possibly making it to tap class, if everything was packed and ready to go, but what was I thinking? Who knew that I'd be depooping my shoes, instead of obsessing in my usual, crazy, pre-travel manner? The other day when I was taking M to the vet for his annual check-up, the instruction was to BRING a stool sample, NOT step in one! And definitely not to track it into the house shortly before the headmistress of the Rome school to which J consults was about to sleep over. I was too busy to deal with the shoes then, so it got left until today. I thought I had a good de-pooping strategy, but it kind of backfired, so I decided to ask an expert--the Internet. No pearls there, but at least some good laughs, which I really needed. If you ever need a laugh, google "how to get dog poop off your shoes." Unfortunately I also needed to google "how to dry patent leather shoes after they got soaked during the de-pooping process," but there was no entry for that. Needless to say, those shoes are not making it to Italy.
Dec. 15, 2010