I felt the soft, squishy warmth in my hand right through the plastic bag and I gagged. Holding my breath, I tried not to throw up as I tossed the bag in the trash. Why did I ever agree to dog sit? Just when my stomach settled, he pushed another one out. It was bigger than the last. It plopped into the grass and I watched the steam rise. A bizarre comparison with the street vendor’s hot dogs popped into my mind.
“Never again,” I thought.
Then, when no one was looking, I dropped the leash and briskly walked home alone.