Bag of Poop - Happy New Year

I have always preferred to be an early riser. Meeting each brand new day at the blush of the morning brings exceptional energy, excitement and freshness. And since rescuing a 4-month old girl, Winter, our beautiful border collie-hound mix puppy, about a year a go, I am now officially a consistent early riser.

Today is the New Year, January 1st, 2021. And today is no different. Winter and I are embarking on our crisp, and chick-pinching early winter walk. The sun is almost shining, and the sound of crackle underneath our feet makes it fun to watch Winter tiptoe through the front yard. As this ritual have not changed much in the past year, I couldn’t help but think: What will this new year bring? How will 2021 be different? ... And before too long the universe has an answer for me.

Before sprinting out of the house, I grab the usual: coat and hat to keep warm while Winter ensures our first floor is up to sniff or up to snuff. We do our quick ritual dance as I try to place her head through the harness while she is whimsically trying to avoid the opening at all cost. And finally before we are ready to go, I mechanically grab a soft yellow poop bag and put in my right pocket. As we step on our front porch, Winter is excitedly pulling me to something laying on the ground...I do not resist as we sprint towards it. Once we are closer, I realize it is just another unused purple poop bag, with doggy bones pattern. Someone inadvertently dropped it in the front yard probably the night before. Two poop bags securily in my pocket, we continue to enjoy the stillness of the air as the rest of the neighborhood sleeps. And with every step and every breath I feel the energy of the day waking me up.

Just like humans, I believe dogs have very strong sense of Feng Shui, because regardless of how desperate Winter needs to go out, she will not poop until she finds a perfect location. Some ways from the house, Winter finally finds a spot that works best for her business. As I reach for the yellow poop bag and put my hand through to get ready for the most unpleasant part of my walk, I realise that it has a major hole on the bottom. As I start thinking of Murphy’s law, I quickly realized that the purple bag that we found earlier is burning a hole in my pocket. In that moment, I felt that it was universe’s own way of suggesting that things will be ok.

As we walk home, and I am gently holding the bag of Winter’s business, I realize that I am about to throw hell of a year 2020 in the trash, and embark on the new journey full of hope, and expectation that 2021 will be different.

But may be I am reading too much into this bag of poop situation.

Happy New Year!

Go to Hell,

Ray of Sunshine