Lord Byron Poop Pants

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I wish my life were as poetic and lovely, and that people would one day say of me that I’d done the same.

However:

“Jen steps in doodie that was out of sight.”

HOW CAN YOU NOT PICK UP AFTER YOUR POOPY DOGS, PEOPLE?

I gag every time, and wonder if someone is coming into my home every morning to feed the horde extra portions while I am gone. I don’t know how else to describe the volume.  But I still put on the green bag glove and pick it up.

 

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