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Never useful, but hopefully entertaining.
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Trying to process a quickie divorce is my guess.
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I was disheartened to learn this was happening in Portland, Oregon instead of Portland, Maine. I could definitely use a little llama lovin’ when I fly.
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If it’s considered humane for Fido… why not for Florence?
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It’s not like they’d ever run out.
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Damn. That’s a lot of poo.
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Florida.
Nothing surprises me about that state anymore.
🤣
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If someone could explain the recent internet obsession with poo, I’d be obliged.
It’s everywhere I look these days and each product seems to get progressively worse. Case in point?
Sherbet the Shitting Flamingo.
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Whaaaat?
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This begs the question… what happens if Sherbet doesn’t make it to the toilet on time?
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Look how gleefully this child feeds the bird. You can almost feel her excitement at the result….
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Gone. In a see through commode.
I’m sure it will be a best seller.
Sigh.
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What is it with poop these days? It seems to be everywhere…
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A song book devoted to poo?
I’ll pass.
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Prank poo?
Again, pass.
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I suppose this might come in handy identifying the various piles in our backyard, but as a night’s entertainment?
I’m still going to pass.
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I can’t say this with any certainly, but I’m guessing the demise of our cedar tree was woodchuck related.
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It stood in that corner for almost 20years with no issue and then, wham! It was dead. Upon removal we found this…
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A hole, next to the trunk. And on further examination…
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A hump of dirt with a strategically placed pile of poo. On the other side of the hump?
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Another hole, which meant woodchuck tunnel. I figured they must have destroyed the roots of the tree with their digging, but in actuality the tunnel goes under these other bushes that weren’t affected at all.
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So it’s a mystery, but either way? I’m left with an empty space and a stump.
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Because while my husband loves to cut things down with his chainsaw? He could care less about the mess he leaves behind.
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I posted a picture of Lord Dudley Mountcatten sprawled on my husband’s laptop to Facebook a while back and a girlfriend sent me this.
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I think that could work quite well.
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Required picture of his Lordship.
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Hard no.
If there is ever a club that declines to offer me membership? Please let it be this one.
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Required photo number two.
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And look how happy kitty is with his gift! I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s a strategically placed pile of poo in that owner’s future.
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Required photo number three. Dudley is not impressed.
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Ever since we installed the new deck railings we’ve needed to re-stain the deck. And by we, I mean me… because while he’ll constantly remark it needs to be done? The husband never does it. Not once in 18 years.
Problem is, we needed to buy a new pressure washer to clean the siding and I didn’t want to stain until that happened.
So I waited. And waited….. and waited some more.
( Never nagging. No. Not me.)
But after the husband saw the prices of a new Honda pressure washer?
I feel confident saying it’s not happening anytime soon.
So I moved things to the lawn, grabbed my brush and went to work.
Many holy hell why is it surface of the sun hot hours later…
I was done.
And pretty pleased with the results.
Dirty siding aside, it looks nice.
Clean, fresh and ready for the red squirrel family’s onslaught of poo.
Next morning fog shot just because.
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