connor and me

Whew. I am currently taking a much needed mini break up stairs in my 4 poster queen sized bed. Anything smaller for the moment simply would not do. I am enjoying a Walnut Apple Chicken Salad, which is absolutely delicious and unfortunately I did not make this one...


I've been looking forward to going grocery shopping since June, after my first couple of meals in Spain. I'm extremely enthusiastic about learning to cook and once again enjoying a mostly Mediterranean diet. I have a future guide dog for the week named Connor. Connor is completely lovable, adorable, and overall very sweet natured. Except for when he completely ignores me, drags me around, and jumps soaking wet and covered with shampoo out of the bathroom and races down the stairs. Today, I woke up, fed him breakfast and left him at home while I went to the health center for a TB test. I came back within the hour...took him outside and gave him all of the commands to use the restroom. He completely ignored me and nothing happened. I waited outside for a while and then assumed he simply did not have to go.


I'm sure you're already suspecting that I was wrong. Very wrong. I get Connor in the car and we head over to Kroger. Everything was going smoothly aside from him trying to stick his nose on everything. I just decided that I'd come back to the meat and produce section later in the week for more and just to grab a few things very quickly. We make it over the eggs and cheese section when Connor starts acting funny and refusing to get up off the floor. All of a sudden I look back and realize that Connor is pooping! ON THE FLOOR! in KROGER! There is POOP on the floor, from the dog that I'm in charge of!!! At this point I'm beyond mortified. I'm glancing around because at this point Connor has only pooped a little and I'm thinking if I only I can find one of those produce bags then I can quickly and secretly get it up...I'm frantically looking around and depending just emptying my apples out of their bag and using that when I realize that he's not done! and he just continues!! I find a janitor (everyone is staring at me now) and start explaining that the dog I'm watching has pooped all down the aisle and that I'm so beyond sorry and I don't know what to do and that I need help. The man was very very understanding and nice about the entire situation. At this point I think I'm home free and I just want to get far away from that aisle. I practically run over to the frozen vegetables aisle while telling myself the worst is over and that I'll just quickly get a few things and check out when a girl looks over and gives me a funny look. At first I'm confused, then I glance over at Connor and realize he's doing it again! I just leave my cart, practically drag Connor out of the store and over to some grass but by this post he's finished. 


I tried to hide my beat red face as I scurried over to my car and got Connor in.
Needless to say, Connor will not be accompanying me to the grocery story anymore this week. I don't think I'll even be making it to Kroger for the rest of the month. Publix and Walmart may just have to be my new sources for groceries. 


On the way back from picking up food a man looks at my moving car and still proceeds directly out in front of me. I slam on breaks, Connor goes flying forward and his paw busts open my styrofoam cup ( Full of Ginger Ale because I was unable to walk after my TB test and needed sugar- but a whole another story).