The Poo Patrol
A story about the other end of the dog.
We have a new father/daughter memory to write about:
Roaming our backyard looking for dog poo together.
She loves it!
Of all the things… I know. But when I grab a bag and the shovel and tell her I need her help to find all the dog poop she is all about it. “Yay!”
We are the Poo Patrol.
We’re a great pair. She has the good eyesight and I have the skillset to pick up poop and between us we clean up the back yard. She gets so excited when she finds a fresh turd on the lawn:
“Poop!” she yells.
Sometimes it’s a play-by-play of what the dog ate earlier: “Look, there’s orange crayon in that one!” she will exclaim.
We wander the lawn like some drunken sailors on a treasure hunt searching for the dog’s treasure to collect. One of the sailors is already in her pale blue nightgown and crocs as this is the after dinner activity of the night before bed
To continue the fun, we take the garbage cans to the curb and that’s another thing that is the best thing ever helping Dad drag the trash to the curb.
To round out the evening she sits down on the driveway and draws with chalk.
Maybe at some point she’ll go to bed.
Or not.
Until Next Time,
TH and Co.