I don' know what to title this post because it is about dog poop. I was awoken around 2 AM by the smell of poop. Our old dog had diarrhea inside the boat, pretty much covering one of the rugs.
Since then I have listened to C. curse about the "accident", about everything smelling like crap, and about the dinghy being filled with it because she threw the poop filled rug in the dinghy.
It is right comedic how these things can wreak havoc with her serenity. I chose to keep quiet, get the dog and dinghy to shore and rinse off the interior of the dinghy. Nobody died and the boat now smells like French vanilla room spray.
I see how little things can set each of us off, if we let them. I didn't buy into her tirade, choosing to keep my mouth shut and go about getting through a crappy situation. I could see how senseless it would be for both us to start yelling about a pile of poop.
I have learned that little is accomplished through anger, panic, or whining. It has been a crappy start to the day, but after a couple more hours of sleep, hopefully things will be better. At least, I will be able to better see the brown stains.