Not my usual sort of poo story

Trudi told me this story. I hope she puts in a comment to fix up all my exaggeration. She tells me that when I re-tell a story of hers that I embellish it... pretty up the boring bits, and mix it in with other events. So stay tuned for the real story.

Here is what I remember...

Trudi took both girls out in the afternoon for a run on a nearby oval. We Prestonians are not well served in the parks department, so they went to the local trotting track (yes, I did see horses being trained there once, years ago). The middle of the track is a cricket pitch in summer, and an off-leash dog exercise area too.

The girls took off, and were running around having a good time, when Trudi saw Hazel pick something up - is it a bag? Shades eyes, peers a bit more (we are not getting any younger, are we), it IS a bag. Shouts, HAZEL COME BACK.

Now Hazel is 2, and she is doing a very good job of it. HAZEL COME BACK is filtered through her 2-year-old ears into her 2-year-old brain, and the message she receives is HAZEL, RUN AWAY, I WANT TO COME CHASE YOU. So she runs.

I'm not sure what Ivy is doing at this point. I choose not to embellish.

Trudi runs after Hazel, and gains some ground. She sees that Hazel is holding a small black plastic bag, and that it has something fairly heavy in it. HAZEL PUT DOWN THE BAG is translated into HAZEL, WHIP THE BAG AROUND FURIOUSLY, I WANT TO SEE HOW FAST YOU CAN DO THAT WHILE YOU CONTINUE TO RUN AWAY FROM ME.

Trudi runs, and gains more ground. It's clear now that the bag contains dog shit.

She catches up with Hazel, who is daubed in shit. She somehow gets her back to the car, gets most of Hazel's shit-smeared clothes off, puts the girls in the car and drives home. When they arrive home, Trudi is ashen and shaken, and she says to me: Hazel is covered in shit, you clean her, I can't face it, and off she goes to the car to clean it.

For the next few days, each girl tries out the words DOG SHIT a few times. Ah, we don't say that word. Mummy said it because she was upset, but she should have remembered to say DOG POO. Little kids should say POO, not SHIT.

WHY would someone go to the effort of scooping their dog's shit into a bag, and then leave the bag behind?