Camouflage Confusion

By Jim Hagarty
2012
The good news is, it’s fall. My favourite time of year. The bad news is, the leaves are all over the ground. Try the poop and scoop routine when you’re walking the dog and you will know what I mean. Poodle poo and dead maple leaves are exactly the same colour. So you search around like a kid looking for Easter eggs and gradually you get the feeling that the homeowner whose lawn you are on is looking out the window at you. This increases the pressure as you darned well better find something. Big confession time: On a couple of occasions, I could not find the turds in question and so went through the motions and pretended to bag up some dung. I expect to be arrested. I will go peacefully. Or, as I live in a city known for its live theatre, I might get recognized for my acting talent and get a role in a play. I think I would probably do better in jail.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.