I’ve been so busy boasting about my handy Hub that I haven’t told you what I’ve been doing lately. Not much, as it happens. Guess this is going to be a short post.
I have been enjoying my walks with the dogs more than usual, as the weather is so nice (one day last week I didn’t have to put the heat on even once). I tried a new route: down the main road; turn left and left again at the pyramid; up the Pennine Trail that runs along the Mersey River; over the footbridge; past the abandoned tyres; up the hill; over the pedestrian crossing, at which a car on one side will stop for me but not on the other, so it’s a choice of sprint with the dogs flying behind me on the lead or irritate the kind driver. I have excellent manners so it tends to be sprint and dodge. That brings me full circle home in just under an hour.
The walk along the river is lovely. However, the route is not accessible to traffic so there are no dog poo bins because they can’t be emptied. I had to carry three bags with me: for little dogs they sure do poop a lot. And Toby’s is just weird – I counted five colours in one plop.
Still, a gentle stroll with the sun on my face and only three layers of clothing, watching the shopping carts float downstream and the plastic bags, trapped in the trees and flapping in the breeze, is a pleasant way to while away the day. I never felt more like swinging the poos.
I’m not sure which of us is weirder – you for posting this or me for finding it funny 🙂
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Sometimes I can’t help myself. What’s your excuse?
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that is a first for me. a post about dog poop!
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Thank you [blush]. It’s not my first time 🙂
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Your last line is priceless! As for the rest, I like the sound of your walk.
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The line came to me on the walk when I found myself singing along to my mp3 and swinging the bags of excrement as I went.
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Weren’t you going to explain that safety pin?
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Ooops! Or did I miss it?
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On the other post!
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Shame about the shopping carts floating downstream and the plastic bags caught up in the trees – is this for real? Wasn’t sure if you were joking.
Love your last line too!
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Thanks 🙂
Yes, sadly, that’s all too real. I’ll take my camera next time I go, and show you.
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That line is excellent. My other half loves to make up new words for songs, he has quite a repertoire. I will tell him this one!
I will never be able to sing the proper words to that song again 🙂
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My work here is done 🙂
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Thank you Tilly, for cheering me up!
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My pleasure!
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Like the pictures of the river path…looks very peaceful.
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It is. It’s a lovely walk.
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One more reason we’re Cat People ~ we need not carry Tigger’s poo around whilst walking about. 🙂
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😀
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I love your scatological musings….
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😀 😀
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This is the crappiest post you have ever done.
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And that’s the worst joke you’ve ever made xx
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Close scrutiny of the dog poop, Tilly, I prefer to avert my eyes …
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Got to make sur i get it all.
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Ah – someone else who also blogs about poop – great 🙂
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I bet your poop is way more interseting rhan mine! I have a whole cillextion of poems on poop.
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Hilarious – just loved your last paragraph! 😀 xx
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😀 thanx
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Love Hubs comment…wonderfully true.
Sad about the shopping carts…I do believe you…haven’t seen those here, but maybe
just cause I’m not looking…or they’ve been swept out to sea.
Keep shoveling the poop our way,
Peace,
Siggi in Downeast Maine
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‘Keep shoveling the poop our way’ – I’ve changed my mind – this is the best comment I’ve had all year!
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