Man's Best Friend Part Deux

An unseasonably warm spell has arrived in Chicago. This should bring a ray of hope that Spring will come soon. However, not only do I realize Spring is months away, this weather also melted all the snow in the backyard. This can mean only one thing, cleaning up after the dogs.

I wish I could tell you that this activity provides me some Zen-like quiet time, but alas, it does not. The yard at our new home is big and my dogs like to wander when doing their business. I really need to figure out a way to get them to go in the same place or use a doggy port-a-potty. For 12 years this job has fallen to me, since neither my wife or daughter has the desire to keep the yard land mine free. I figure by this Summer I can make "Daughter" do it. I'll figure out some kind of allowance perk, or just threaten her as usual.

Sure, maybe this is the kind of thing I need to do to stay humble. Who am I kidding? I don't want to stay humble. I want to sit in my family room looking out the window watching someone else pick up after the dogs. I"m always reminded of the words to a great Joe Walsh song while I'm out with my little rake and scoop. The song is "Ordinary Average Guy", and it goes like this...."Every Saturday we work in the yard, pick up the dog do, hope that it's hard". Maybe sometimes that's all we need to make the day a little better. Gotta go, Spike's squatting. Later...Brian