Scooping poop has to be one of the ickiest jobs of pet ownership. The other day, as I walked around the yard raking poop into a shovel, my dog romped around. She grabbed a ball and ran across the yard, each step full of joyful play. She didn’t seem to notice I was in the process of cleaning up after her.
I like to think that I am the pack leader and there is a disparity in our roles. But my dog doesn’t seem to notice the discrepancy in my position as pack leader and the fact that I am scooping poop as though I were her minion.
If my dog had a sense of humor she would probably run through the yard carrying the poop scooping tools….barking,“come, follow me!”