Very clever, Lark, and a paean that speaks for all of us who wander about, at the local park, in the foggy, doggy-do! My own grrrrryl (Nala, a Husky) was sitting here by my side when I read this and she wagged her busy tail in smiling, tacit approval (she's a very good gurrryl...never picks a spot to take a dump where human feet normally tread!). nd of course every single coat or heavy outer shirt I own has at least two doggy poo-bags in them. Somehow one got tucked into a very expen$ive tux I wore to a friend's wedding! Good on ya, for gifting all of us with a broad smile (in my case, at the end of a long & tedious day, doggone it!). ;)))

Thank you, Lark! I know I want to be this "manly" guy... ...and I am but I throw up when I encounter dog poo. It's beyond me how people can let this happen. Love and best wishes to you,

Regis

Simply lovely and hilarious. You have a special way with poo! Especially the part about what the owner is feeding their puppies––mostly the wrong thing.

Forgive me, but I have to tell you that when my little Pomeranian, Jazz, was dropped on me by a student, he came with a bag of geriatric dog food. Being a firm believer that starvation leads to good health, I continued to feed him that same dog food for the rest of his life. I never gave him treats except his daily milk bone for his teeth. Jazz remained skinny, but extremely healthy and active until he was killed by a big dog that he would've fought if he had the chance. Anyway, he left small dry poopies on the yard. I walked barefoot there all the time and don't recall ever stepping in one. When I mowed the grass and chopped them up it made wonderful fertilizer for the grass.

Ron

Frankly this little ditty does stink...of doggy poo...;-) e

so cute
budd