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majroj
Can you imagine the state i'd be in if I used an old mower? I would have to be wearing the full haz-mat gear, and I don't know if even that would help.
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johnmacnab
on March 16, 2010 at 12:30 PM
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BC-A
Most of them are gentle, BC-A. A lot has to do with the owner, but as you mentioned - they are not known for their tiny poops.
posted by
johnmacnab
on March 16, 2010 at 12:28 PM
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Try mowing over it with an old reel-type mower.
Hope you were wearing your face mask, buddy!
posted by
majroj
on March 15, 2010 at 10:02 PM
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C The ones that I’ve seen seem nice. I find them gentle and non-aggressive. But, the one does poop giant size crap on the sidewalk. I’ve mentioned it on Blogit already. BC-A, Bill’s RJLst
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BC-A
on March 13, 2010 at 9:24 PM
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Pat_B
I am in complete agreement.
posted by
johnmacnab
on March 12, 2010 at 5:13 PM
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sam444
You are right there, sam. As Pat_B put's it so succinctly in the next comment - DIS-gusting. The part I keep forgetting is that the snow has been at least 3 feet deep. In summertime, the dog knows better (and is too lazy) to do it's business in the raised flower beds, but in winter time it can't locate flower beds under the snow.
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johnmacnab
on March 12, 2010 at 5:12 PM
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northsage_45
You are a cruel, insensitive person, lol. I wish I'd been there, northsage. Btw, if you need any extra dog doo-doo, just let me know.
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johnmacnab
on March 12, 2010 at 5:08 PM
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Dis
gusting...
posted by
Pat_B
on March 12, 2010 at 3:35 PM
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I know exactly what you are talking about! Spring cleaning takes on a new life when one has animals! sam
posted by
sam444
on March 12, 2010 at 2:29 AM
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Mac, you had me laughing SEVERAL times with this. I like that in a person.
John,
One time at an impromtu picnic, I spotted an egg shaped, bleached white, sun-dried, small dog dropping and palmed it unnoticed. Sitting next to Marilyn's son Donnie, (AKA Brainless Thug Boy) and couldn't resist whispering to him, "Here, this is for after lunch!" As I said this, I furtively extended my closed fist, as though I didn't want anyone else to see the transfer of a secret treasure. I have an idea what he thought I was handing him, and the range of emotions I saw pass across his face in a tiny fraction of a second, was amazing, and hilarious when he realized what I had just dropped into his palm. I must say that his reaction time was surprisingly quick. Probably less that a quarter of a second. Ol' Doggy Doo-doo must have flown forty feet, oh yeah forty feet easy! I nearly died laughing, but Donnie was too stunned to even speak. Worth picking up a piece of crap, just to shut him up, his dozen or so facial expressions were just gravy.
Guy
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northsage_45
on March 11, 2010 at 6:52 PM
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