We have a very loving and bizarre dog named Ginger who has many short commings. We adopted her when she was approximately 6 years old. Some of her habits are just unbreakable. For example, if she is pooping in a part of the yard you approve off and in your enthusiasim you attempt to praise her with an audible "Good girl!" she will immediately stop pooping and comming running to be by you side and recieve a petting. She will hold her business and forget about it and never finish it. The window of opportunity for you both has closed for about 9 hours. The same is true of course if you were to utter a disapproval, "Ginger stop going in the garden, PLEASE!". I have learned through her very thurough training to never give imput to her when she is pooping.
As a result of her trainging me I now have pile after pile of poop in two very undesirable places. The first is my front garden. There are weeds, and pine straw a would love to pull and replace even now, but the large brown piles shoo me away. The second is at the bottom of the stairs off our back deck. She has had the insight to offer everyone a two foot clearance right off the bottom of the stairs, everything beyond that has apparently been her toilet. One spot in particular seems to be her favorite which is evidenced by the dieing vegitation.
I thought I had done such a good thing by getting my dogs all this land, and a little for me to play with. Right now my dreams of adding azalea bushes to the front garden are fading. My visualizations of one day having a stone patio at the bottom of the deck stairs are challenged.
Add to this nasty delema the amount of rain we have recieved here all winter. I think we must be second only to Seattle for precipitous days. It is always damp and muddy outside. My visions of these turds drying up are starting to die also. Perhaps I can comfort myself with thoughts of fertilizer.
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