Posted on November 29, 2009 by: WayCoolDogs

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Never underestimate the power of dog poop when it comes to love. The brown Cupid messenger of droppings who brought the famous southern cook, Paula Dean, and Michael Groover, her then desiring-to-be-single husband, was not part of the plan—a man who considered a long-term relationship about one hour at the max that ended up with older women only.

“I particularly liked women over forty. As one poet pal put it, “They don’t swell, they don’t tell, and they’re grateful as hell.” Actually, I liked all women, but the ones who were older seemed to like me more.” (My Delicious Life with Paula Deen, by Michael Groover)

With Paula’s two dogs escaping from her condo to poop in Michael’s yard, the nearby neighbor who refused to sell to the condo developer, it was inevitable these two would eventually fall in love and marry. Both had just come out of bad marriages and probably weren’t looking…..but the two dogs thought different! An excellent book and very funny, it describes how God’s plan will work, even if dog poop is in the mix!

” … so I’m in the backyard, and these two little dogs come up to me. I’m a huge animal lover — me and the dogs hit it off right away, way before Paula came around. So I was pettin’ the dogs, playin’ with ’em, and Paula ran up and said, “I’m so sorry.”

She was wearin’ jeans, an apron, and a baseball cap over her gray hair and was screamin’ “Stop! Sit! Stop!” to the dogs, who paid not a bit of attention to her. I noticed her accent. I really liked it; it was an interesting accent, a little more Southern than most. You don’t have to go too far out of Savannah and you’ll get a little more of a twang, and when you go to southwest Georgia, it’s even more pronounced. Or unpronounced. Or somethin’. They add more syllables. She looked me right in my eyes with those incredible piercing blue eyes and said she was sorry that the dogs were poopin’ in the yard and she would clean it up. I remember she mentioned she was writin’ a new cookbook and didn’t get out much because she was so busy. To be neighborly, I said, “Well, maybe you ought to take a break one day and we could go out for a drink or somethin’.”

“Yeah, okay,” she said. She didn’t seem too enthusiastic and apologized again for the poopin’ dogs.”

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