Our ground is as wet as a Luzianna bayoo! Our doggie has been doing business as usual in unusual spots to keep her little tooshy off the cold, cold snow. I let her out back to practice "free range" pottying. Well, that chicken done tried to fly the coop!
And in chasing her I stepped in...
I hate dogs.
I hate wet, icky, mucky, cold, squishy, slimy ground.
I hate squirrels who point fingers and laugh.
Birds who turn their heads and twitter oh so condescendingly behind their wings.
I hate poop!