Monday and Tuesday were
rainy, but warm days. A very nice change from snow and cold. It hit sixty
degrees at our house on Tuesday and melted every last trace of snow in the
backyard, so the dogs were happy about that. Tuesday morning I took them down
to the yard for their morning poop and pee session and I noticed that the grass
was looking very brown. 'Oh my' I thought, 'That grass looks dead'. Then I saw
that Chandler was tip toeing through the grass looking for a place to go. He
was trying not to step in the massive amounts of dog poo. Chandler hates to
step in his own poop. So my yard was not dying, it was covered in dog shit. I
sprung into action, fetching my dog cleanup tools and tying two Jewel grocery
bags onto my feet to protect my shoes. (Jewel has really thick plastic bags,
perfect for poop duty.) I then waded out into the sea of excrement with my dog
poo shovel and rake, and started cleaning the yard. I use a five gallon bucket
for this job and after thirty minutes of scraping and shoveling, it was almost
full. At one point I started going poo blind. It all was looking the same to
me.
Is that a turd, or is
it a leaf? Is that a turd, or is it mud? Is that a turd... squish. Yes, that
was a turd.
It's mostly cleaned up now
and Chandler should feel better about walking around out there. Some of it was
a bit too soupy to shovel up, so I'll let that just soak into the ground for
now. Besides, it's still only February. Another nice, clean white layer of snow
could show up at any time.
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