And now, for something on the lighter side, from my 360 page.
Why is it every time I do poop patrol in the yard, my dogs decide it’s time to drop some more landmines for me? It’s bad enough that I’m bent over, scanning the lawn like some prospector, carrying a pail full of old dog shit. The last thing I need is to carry around a pail full of fresh dog shit.
I mean, really, what’s up with this? It’s not like they learned this behavior from us. At least in our house nobody runs in the bathroom to leave a deposit right after someone else has. Can you imagine that? “Hey, Johnny is in the bathroom. Oooo, now I feel like I’ve gotta take a dump. Hurry up Johnny, hurry up before I crap my pants”
Not only are the dogs running around pooping everywhere I just picked shit up from, but the freaking puppy has to come over and checkout everything that I’m doing. What, did you miss sniffing this the first time around? Was it so good the first time down that you’re thinking about eating it again? Look, these aren’t toys you know, regardless of what the other dogs have taught you about the cat litter boxes. This shit is so dry that even the bugs have given up on it and you’re checking it out like it’s some long lost relative?
Also, why is it when I’m running a cold and my allergies are kicking up that my nose mysteriously clears up with I’m picking up dog poop? Like right now I really need to have the ability to smell? And forget about needing that coffee to wake you up in the morning. There’s nothing like the fresh smell of doggy logs to snap that sleepy feeling out of your head.
So, how was your morning, Sunshine? I’m pretty sure it was better than mine.
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