Momma, I wish you wouldn't discuss my private business with your crazy dog lady pals.
Oh, Dexter, lighten up, I'm just trying to figure out if you are unusual in having countless rules about where and when to potty.
Maybe you could do it anonymously from now on. One of your human pals said I suffer from Seasonal Poop Disorder.
Well, what about this?
|This has to be in violation of MA Chapter 272.|
I can't believe you took that photo, let alone posted it on the interwebs.
I wanted to demonstrate how, with a perfectly suitable patch of grass close by, you still insist on pooping in a snow bank.
What of it?
|Hmmm... I think somedoggie might have pooped here last year.|
To be honest, Dex, it's annoying. With the roads clear, I just have on my zoomie shoes and my feet get all wet when I have to pick up your poop in the snow.
That is not my concern and.... WAIT! Put that flashy away right now!
|Poop dance interrupted. Now I'll have to start over.|
You know, this is starting to feel kind of weird. Don't you worry about the neighbors seeing you photographing my most private moments?
Um, well, not really.
|Get a life, lady.|
Look! There you go again! Why oh why do you have to poop in the snow?
Did you really need to bigify this shot?
|Maybe if I ignore her she will stop.|
Well, Pea, it truly mystifies me. When the world was covered in snow and ice, you were desperate to find even a hint of grass to use for your business and now that there has been melting, it would appear that only snow will do.
This from the woman who will only use stalls #1 or #4 in the human potty room at work.
Huh? No, no, no, totally different. Hey, how about I take a photo of you looking labradorable.
You can try, but frankly, I'm not really in the mood.
|Seasonal Poop Disorder indeed!|