Life-threatening winter winds blow
As the glimmering sunrise touches the snow.
Sunny with blue skies from above,
so deceiving, as I stuff heat warmers in my gloves.
Dressed in many layers, yet still feel a chill,
it’s time to take the dog for a walk up the hill.
Hood pulled up over my head,
begging the animal to “please take a shit!”
She sniffs around to find a place to poop,
while I idly stand to freeze, ready to scoop.
Eureka! I scream to the heavens above,
the dog has finally done her stuff.
Briskly we walk back to home,
defrost and desperately try to get warm.
Remove the coat and boots,
I waste no time;
Change back into my fleece PJ’s and robe,
then try to warm up my earlobes.
From here on forward,
the pooch can poop
in the backyard. 🙂
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I feel your pain. My dog takes forever to poop too. And yes, in the early morning, before I am ready to get up for any more than a quick pee.
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OMG hilarious 😂
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