When you walk two dogs, and they both do their business, you manage to get it in one bag (too hard to carry two bags). It's difficult to carry a bag and hold two leashes. So, I wrap the bag and place it in my sweatshirt pocket. I know this sounds disturbing, but the important thing is not to forget. I'm still walking the dogs when I get a phone call from my son. He is screaming, 'The goat got out!' I ask how. He didn't know, but a neighbor had come knocking at the door to let them know. I drive to Orangevale in a panic, and fortunately, they had grabbed some apples and led the goat back into the yard by the time I got there. I spent about 15 minutes searching for the escape route when I finally realized that the goat had forced its way under the chain link fence. With help from my son's caregiver, we managed to temporarily block those openings.
So, I go home for dinner, and while I am sitting at the table, I realize that there was something I wasn't supposed to forget, but I just can't remember.
Now my wife reads this and says, 'WHAT?'