Hi! I’m sending this out as I watch my momma pick up pounds of dog doo in the backyard. She’s looking like she’s ready to go off the deep end.
I’m hearing phrases like who poops this much and what did you eat and can’t she poop in a pile and not like Hansel and Gretel leaving a trail?
Really Momma! Who would follow that trail? Well maybe Dakota. He loves his poopsicles. But they have to be frozen solid. He doesn’t like the pudding cups that are currently sloshing around in the melting snow.
Uh Oh. Now Mommy has moved up to a bigger bag. The other one exploded and poop is all over the driveway! No one tell my daddy!
Mommy is screaming at Dakota because he wants a taste!
Now Mommy is gagging while pouring water over it.
Looks like she done. Man that bag looks heavy. At least 40 pounds. That’s a lot of biscuits and meals!
Just shows how much Mommy loves Daddy by making sure the poop is picked up before the snowfall. Hmmm. Just in time for Valentine’s Day. She’s as sneaky as I am!
Hopefully she’ll recover by then!