It’s Spring!
Time to pick up the mountains of dog poop that I let “slide” during the winter months.
Time to pick up all those little twigs and sticks that are scattered across the lawn. (Only after the dreaded poop scooping.)
Time to move some spring clothes down from the attic.
Time to move some winter clothes up to the attic.
Time to think about grilling food outside. (Only after the dreaded poop scooping.)
Time to shave legs on a routine basis, including upper legs.
Time to do some heavy duty cleaning. Throw open those windows and let some of the sweet, spring air come into the house. (Only after the dreaded poop scooping.)
Time to wash baseboards, get the rugs shampooed and wash windows.
Time to plant some flowers or a vegetable garden. (Only after the dreaded poop scooping.)
Well, I guess you can figure out what I’ll be doing today. Scouring the yard for dog doo-doo. What a delight!
Two hundred pounds of dogs generate a fair amount of doo-doo. I do try to keep up with it all, but it’s hard to find the motivation to go outside with my pooper-scooper in hand when it’s icy cold, or raining, or snowing.
I do get a little behind…I’ll admit.
So as all of you enjoy this first day of spring…picture me in boots, gloves and bandana over my nose – scooping my little heart out.
Spring has sprung and I’ve got a date with dung.
Time to pick up the mountains of dog poop that I let “slide” during the winter months.
Time to pick up all those little twigs and sticks that are scattered across the lawn. (Only after the dreaded poop scooping.)
Time to move some spring clothes down from the attic.
Time to move some winter clothes up to the attic.
Time to think about grilling food outside. (Only after the dreaded poop scooping.)
Time to shave legs on a routine basis, including upper legs.
Time to do some heavy duty cleaning. Throw open those windows and let some of the sweet, spring air come into the house. (Only after the dreaded poop scooping.)
Time to wash baseboards, get the rugs shampooed and wash windows.
Time to plant some flowers or a vegetable garden. (Only after the dreaded poop scooping.)
Well, I guess you can figure out what I’ll be doing today. Scouring the yard for dog doo-doo. What a delight!
Two hundred pounds of dogs generate a fair amount of doo-doo. I do try to keep up with it all, but it’s hard to find the motivation to go outside with my pooper-scooper in hand when it’s icy cold, or raining, or snowing.
I do get a little behind…I’ll admit.
So as all of you enjoy this first day of spring…picture me in boots, gloves and bandana over my nose – scooping my little heart out.
Spring has sprung and I’ve got a date with dung.
posted by mary bishop | 10:22 AM
18 Comments:
Truly the most heinous of spring chores - but still, once it's done, so much to enjoy! And... there's a reason I have a single small dog. As my sister in law once said, "big dogs, big poop. small dogs, small poop." Truly words to live by. :)
Echrai...notice that I haven't yet mustered up the courage to go outside? I love what your sister in law said...so true...so true.
Which is why I like cats a lot. Especially ones that don't use litter boxes like my boy...he goes outside, where? I don't know...just the way I like it.
Scooping??? what is this scooping you speak of?? :) a) lawn is husbands responsibility (since i wanted astroturf and he said now {grin}) and b) he just mows and mulches it right in - makes for a lovely lawn... :)
We use to have 3 Dobermans and a German shepherd... and a huge yard. But lucky for us, we also lived on a farm, so we would just get the "shit" shovel and toss it all over the fence into the fields.
With all the cow dung, you would never even notice, let alone smell it...
Ahhhh! Memories of spring!
Ilana - I agree the yard is basically his chore..but I feel guilty if I don't participate in the Spring Dung Hunt...because I love his cooking and believe it or not, I'd rather scoop the doodoo than cook every night.
You are right about the lawn...we have some VERY green areas in our lawn...this mulching idea sounds good to me...must pursue this idea!
JDJ - oh to live on a farm...so you flung your dung, did ya?
Yesterday on Tchotchkes, it was all about hung...today it's all about dung.
Spring is sprung
My yard's a bog.
I wonder why I got a dog?
My wife says dogs will keep you fit.
She doesn't have to shovel ...
... the yard.
Brilliant Nilbo! Here's my attempt at poetry:
I got two dogs; Whatever for?
They jump on the couch and dirty the floor.
I tell the to sit and they lie down.
I tell them to stay and they turn around.
I put them out for a sunshine-nap.
But all they do is yap and crap.
(I still love them though)
You can always count on MB for the straight poop in any situation
two hundred pounds of dog? whoa. I've filled three grocery bags this month with eighty-pound-Jack's contribution to the ecosystem. I just can't imagine.
Jeff, no question that I have my shit together!
Metro - it isn't a pretty sight...as you know with Jack -- you just have to love the animal to find the courage....but after today I truly am pooped out.
There's no trick in getting your shit together. The trick is in LIFTING it.
My poem was written when I lived in Suburbia. I'm a farm boy now - well, a gentleman farmer, more a "squire" really. And there is nothing more satisfying than taking your dog out for a long walk and watching her fertilize somebody else's field.
Every time she does, I think "There's one less shovelful when the snow melts."
Nilbo...I always knew that one day I would meet a man who was a squire....love the word and its connotation!
Wow, it sounds like you are ready to clean! I keep telling myself I can't Spring clean until the snow melts.
;-)
kimananda...I talk a big game...but so far I haven't accomplished much!
I don't have dog poop strata to exhume...but I do have a vomit prone elder cat. Does that count?
Vomiting cats...are there any other kind LB?
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