Does anyone else find poop cleanup relaxing to the point of being almost therapeutic? Or is that just me? I'm not totally sure why, but it must have something to do with a metaphoric correlation of cleaning up all the little piles of crap that happen in life and not letting it multiply to the point of being overwhelming. There's something soothing getting rid of those little land mines, instead of always trying to dodge them. It is like have a good maintenance plan when I'm able to stay on top of it and is just another reminder that if it's taken care of I can't step in it. :) And we all know that makes for a better day.
Current blog look inspired by, dedicated to, and in memory of Brut. The studded star of the 24 Paws of Love.