Ok, ok. So I do have a dog, I just didn't step in his poop. (I think it is pretty funny and should be submitted to MLIA...MLIA) Last week, I was walking from my car to the house (I have to park on the street) when I smelt something horrible. I looked at the bottom of my beautiful, plush, pink Uggs and saw a plastered mound of yellow-green. DISGUSTING. Naturally, Mom would not clean them for me, nor could I solicit my younger brother.
Short story shorter, I cleaned them all the while holding them five feet away from my body (my arms are indeed five feet...). But I was angry. My dog does not poop in our front yard, especially not in other peoples' front yards. I think it was our neighbors dogs...I don't know. Whatever left that needs to watch its back.
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