I get a lot of our dog walks. I really get to take in the neighborhood homes & gardens in a way I cannot from an automobile or even walking briskly on my own, because dogs stop to sniff & investigate the world.
Yesterday morning it was sunny & warm in Portland, a near perfect day for the celebration of the resurrection & what should have been an exceptional dog walk was marred when Junior, who could have done it anywhere on the trip, stopped & pooped a huge load on a lovely, manicured green lawn, filled with children in their Easter best, having an egg hunt.
Not only did Junior choose this spot to do his business, but as the grown-ups on the porch glowered at me, I noted that Junior was sporting a impressive big red rocket of a canine erection at the same time that he donating his feces to the event. Picking up those poops was a humbling experience.