We live on Long Island, as you probably know. Living on an island with an ocean of water next to us, our weather is supposed to be tempered. The summer highs shouldn't be quite so high, and the winter lows shouldn't be quite so low.
Yeah, that theory's working. This morning when I put the dogs out, it was 9 degrees fahrenheit. NINE DEGREES! Come on! This is ridiculous! The only fun part is that the back yard looks like a battlefield after the three dogs get done doing their business. :)
With pee and poop spots scattered around, one might expect a war correspondent to wander over. "Today saw heavy fighting here. Insurgents used chemical weapons and poop rockets, inflicting heavy damage on the back lawn."
What? TMI? It could be worse. Tuna posted something about her poor hubby taking a hit from a hockey puck where no man wants to be hit! I'm in pain from reading it! So what's a little dog poop? ;)
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Ha! And I was going to update about his recovery and his need to buy a new cup.
Are you saying that is not good blogging material? ;-)
It may be good material, but it's PAINFUL reading! :)
"...what's a little dog poop?"
Why bring Buffy into this? ;-)
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