The Easter egg roll at the White House is an age old event where children use plastic spoons to roll hard boiled eggs to the finish line, a cherished springtime tradition for sure.
I have a bit of a similar tradition here at the ole homestead. It's one I typically do twice a week, however, my tradition doesn't involve eggs, nope, rather it involves dog poop 💩. More specifically Trixie's poop, YUK 🤢
Here's the problem, which I am sure I'm the only one who has this "issue", let me explain -
I keep a trowel under my back deck that I use solely and specifically for picking up Trixie's "business". Generally speaking it does the job and works just fine. However, why is it that whenever I'm "scooping" up her crap it feels like I'm doing an egg roll? More often than not I find myself chasing after one or two elusive terds that just will NOT comply and get on the trowel, grrr!
So, if you happen to be in ear shot of my backyard and you hear me yelling and cursing, it's a safe bet I'm in the midst of performing a "dog poop roll" and trying to wrangle a nugget or two onto the trowel to be bagged for disposal.
Oh well, shit happens...
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