I love my dogs.
My dogs love me.
They also apparently hate me.
How do I know this? Well, let me explain—last night I was writing as usual and what to my wondering eyes should appear? Wanda. Wanda at the back door with something large, dark and frozen in her mouth. Her excitement was undeniable. Her tail was wagging so fast it almost disappeared.
My stomach dropped. Was it an animal? No.
Was it one of Steve’s boots? No.
Was it a strangely shaped branch? No.
It was a large frozen horse poop patty that my idiot dog thought she was going to bring into the house to munch on.
She was gravely mistaken. My scream of horror made Wanda drop her prize. Quickly, I ushered the furry poo-eater into the house minus the rock hard chunk of dooky. Her disappointment was palpable. She stared longingly outside at the icy block of stank fudge. Too bad, so sad.
With MANY Kroger bags in hand, I went outside and picked up the object of Wanda’s affection and deposited it in the trash. Since it’s negative 200 degrees outside, it will stay frozen until trash day.
Today is a new day. I’m sure she will go in search of another delicious crap treat. Hopefully, she won’t bring it to the door. Only time will tell.
Have a poop free day, my friends.
xoxo Robyn
BELOW— photo of Wanda sleeping off the excitement of the poo patty debacle.
