I was watching Veronica have some time with her daddy this morning. They seemed happy, so I got a plastic shopping bag and went outside to do what I do pretty much every weekend.<\/p>\n
Pick up doggie poop<\/p>\n
I was sad. It has become a favorite mommy-daughter activity. As I make a slow grid pattern over the lawn, Veronica will trail me, paying close attention to the grass. Sometimes she finds it first, but if she does not, I will stop and point.<\/p>\n
“Look! What’s that?”<\/p>\n
she will carefully look around and then point her chubby toddler finger and announce “Doggie Poop!”<\/p>\n
I will carefully wrap the plastic bag around the offending matter, and we will start our search trek again.<\/p>\n
She’s very serious about it. Sometimes, she will even count the pieces. “Doggie poop! one…two..three!”<\/p>\n
“Very good!”<\/p>\n
She will not always take this task so seriously. She will not always be this companionable as I do my (no pun intended) duty.<\/p>\n
AND plastic grocery bags may not always be available. They are under attack from different sides.<\/p>\n
So I was sad this morning, because I didn’t have my apprentice in the dog poop patrol.<\/p>\n
Then the back door swung open “She wants to come with you!” Chris announced. And my tow-headed delight came running out to join the party.<\/p>\n
“Look! It’s doggie poop!” I told her.<\/p>\n
“Doggie Poop!”<\/p>\n
Life can be really funny sometimes. I don’t want our doggie poop saturday mornings to stop.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I was watching Veronica have some time with her daddy this morning. They seemed happy, so I got a plastic shopping bag and went outside to do what I do pretty much every weekend. Pick up doggie poop I was … Continue reading