Keep it light, keep it humble, and always carry extra poop bags
The Great Dump Adventure: The Day My Dog Schooled Me in the Art of Humility
Let me take you on a walk — a very special walk, one that turned into an unexpected lesson in humility, courtesy of my furry, four-legged companion.

I found myself meandering down the street, my four-legged companion in tow, enjoying the simplicity of a routine walk.
It was an ordinary day, or so I thought, until my dog decided to grace the earth with a gift so extraordinary that it made me ponder the mysteries of life.
There I was, being led around on a leash (that’s how she sees it), when she assumed the position.
You know the one.
And then, with a focus and determination that would put a Zen master to shame, she produced a masterpiece.
Now, I’m not talking about a modest little number two.
Oh no.
We’re talking about a colossal expression of intestinal might. A veritable monument that, I’m convinced, rivaled the size of her Mini-Schnauzer brain.
Pause for a moment and marinate in that visual for a moment.
Yes, you read that right.
My dog’s deposit was so impressively voluminous that it got me thinking. And not just any thinking—I embarked on a philosophical journey right there, between the streetlamp and a puddle of rainwater.
Now, let’s get a bit imaginative, shall we?
Imagine yourself in a similar scenario. No, not squatting in the street with your pants pulled down—but producing a masterpiece roughly weighing in at 1.5 kg. (the weight of the human brain)
Imagine the weight, the glory, and the sheer magnitude of it.
That’s right, 1.5 kilograms. For the metrically challenged, that’s about 3.3 pounds of pure, unadulterated… achievement.
A truly Herculean feat.
I have famously huge turds — Drax the Destroyer
Pause. Let that sink in.
Ridiculous? Absolutely. Hilarious? Maybe…? Silly? Without a doubt.
This revelation might shock or amuse you (I’m aiming for the latter if that was ever in question), but it’s a wild comparison that struck me as I stood there, bag in hand, preparing for clean-up duty.
In that moment, I couldn’t help but marvel at the sheer capability of living beings, big or small, to produce something so… significant.
But stick with me here.
This isn’t just a tale of a dog and her… accomplishments. No, this is a story about life’s simple yet profound lessons… and sources of amusement.
There we were: one creature of pure, unbridled nature, and me, suddenly struck by the absurdity and beauty of existence.
As I scooped up her gargantuan gift, and tied off the poopybag, I couldn’t help but laugh.
Let’s be honest. The mere thought nudges the boundaries of hilarity into the realm of the absurd.
Why, you ask?
Because there’s a bizarre fascination in the mundane, a comedy in the commonplace.
Here I was, a mere spectator to my dog’s daily routine, when I stumbled upon a source of amusement so… profound it demanded to be shared.
So, next time you find yourself taking everything too seriously, just remember this story. Think of me and my dog and the day she taught me that sometimes the biggest lessons come in the most unexpected—and silly—of packages.
So remember, it’s the little (or, in this case, not so little) things that truly make life interesting.
Life is too short not to marvel at its absurdities. Especially those that remind us, in the most humorous way possible, of our shared, humble place in this world.
Scoop ahoy, Maya Collins
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