I feel like I’m taken on another vocation as a nightsoil collector. Yes, you read it right–a person who picks up someone’s shit, ‘cept this is not really a person per se.
You see, my two dogs sleep in my room every night. If I don’t let them enter my room come night time, they’d bark the house down. I’ve tried shutting the door on them, but they’re pretty obnoxious about it. They’ve staked their claim to the room too!
Anyway, my poodle, Pepe, has problems controlling his urinal and bowel movements due to his spinal injury. Because of that, I almost always find ‘gold nuggets’ under my bed every morning. It’s become a ritual for me to check under the bed for ‘treasure’ every morning when I awake. I’m usually rewarded for my efforts.
Sometimes, in the wee hours of the night, my nostrils are tingled by ‘aromas’ emanating from below. It’s so nice-smelling that I cannot NOT wake up. On weekday mornings in my half-awoken state of mind, I have to ‘harvest the treasure’, get rid of it, and then mop the floor.
So yeah, that’s the multi-talented DSD for you.