Doggy do do and death.

I was taking a walk through the local cemetery, as you do and breaking my heart at all the sadness, especially the graves of all the young people. Loved one's had placed photographs on the tombstone or beside them. It made it all more tangible.

Anyway, the cold winter afternoon silence was only disturbed with the occasional family member tending a grave. Nice eh? Loving, removing all the dead vegetation replacing them with fresh flowers.

A people carrier pulled up at one grave side the gentleman got out and his large dog. He tended the grave and his dog ran about. It jumped and sprang about with such vigor and energy, a stark contrast to those that lay about locked in the earth below. The dog, as dogs do took a dump while his "master" was engrossed in his loving task. Took a long steaming dump right plonk in the middle just were the head would be. While "master" was showing such care and attention in one area he was allowing, was responsible for the "desecration" of another.

I was really annoyed, angry, how would that poor family feel when they turned up to tend that grave?

Later on I didn't feel so bad, I think the arse who's dog it was should get wise but in all it's just life. We all get shat on at some point, ( sooner or later ) don't we?

It's how you deal with it.