True Sh!t

I don't like poop. That shouldn't surprise anyone. I really don't like the smell of it at all. I don't like picking up the dog poop. If I'm in a restroom where everyone is doing their doo duty, I may have to leave.

The wife is aware of my dislike of doo, so she hired a dog-doo service to come and get it. Yes folks, there is no financial reason someone cannot take your shit. They spend forty five minutes on a search and snatch mission in the back yard, and it's not a big back yard. Wifey-Do said he filled a big kitchen garbage bag. I only had to go outside and crack the lid on the trash can - it nearly knocked me over- to know that wasn't an exaggeration. It sounds extravagant, and I had a hard time saying yes to the service, but I can better spend my time, and besides, these are the things you can splurge on when you don't have big car payments and over-bloated visa bills.