Now the snow has all been washed away with the rain, I’ve been out in the garden picking up dog turds. I must have picked up a good four kilo's of the stuff this morning. Trouble is, I start retching at two kilos!
I use a 'pooper scooper' thingummy and a shovel. It's like one of those disability aids, a stick with a trigger handle working a pair of scoops at the bottom end.
This morning, as usual, she was up on the settee, watching through the front bay window for the postie. I just happened to look out from the upstairs window, whist getting changed to go out. He seems to have started giving her a wave as he passes
Getting changed to go out for a carvery at a local town, quite busy it was, then a bit of shopping. I was particularly hoping to buy the dog a bone as a treat, because I've tried a few places recently and none to be had. Success, I found some in a shop called Heron, a pre-packed pork bone, so I bought a few.
I always bring her back any leavings from the carvery, in a zip lock type plastic bag I take along in my pocket for the purpose - so she had a smaller than usual carvery + some chicken pieces + some dry biscuit
complete. I then gave her the bone in the utility room and off she trotted with it to her living room bed, to investigate it further. When ever she gets anything like that, she makes a point of bringing it out as if teasing me, by showing me what she's got, then running away with it.