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