Poop Doodie

It turns out it has been nice enough all week so that the poop that has accumulated in my back yard was sun dried enough to finally pick up. Yay! And I wanted to get it picked up before the next snow. It snowed last November and my yard has been covered in a two foot blanket of snow up until last week.

I put on my picking up poop shoes, double wrapped my hand in Jewel bags, and grabbed an extra  one to put the poop in. Well it turns out that I needed a 13 gallon garbage bag to hold all the dried up white turds.

I forged into the battle field and the shit was abundant. I would put the bag down, bend over and scoop. As I was dropping the duty into the bag, I would see another pile out of my peripheral vision. I would pivot my foot and turn without standing up. This went on until the area I could reach without moving the bag was entirely poop free. I would stand and scope out my next site, which was only two steps away. And I repeated this process for about an hour.  There was poop everywhere I looked! It seemed to go on for miles.

I would tip toe around the yard walking slowly and quietly, with my infra-poop goggles, so I could do a sneak attack on any left over doggie muffins in the yard.

The task finally ended and I had to double bag the garbage bag. Lifting it into the big can was no small feat let me tell you. I'm just under five foot four and the can's opening is almost that. So to lift a fifty pound bag of shit without a big scene was quite the art form. Mission accomplished. Thanks for stopping by.

I would have put a picture up for you but I didn't want to over do it. Plus, it gets your imagination muscles working. ;)