'Cause that's my fun-day...

Stemshul is mowing the lawn...which means that I had to do my duty and clean up the backyard = pick up dog poo. It's amazing the things you find out there. Sometimes I recognize the remnants of my dogs' "meals" immediately...like - "Oh, there are the ruins of katohater's beef jerky that was so carefully plucked from his carry-on bag." or "Hmmm, so that's what happened to the kitty toy!" But other times, it's a complete mystery - "What the hell?!?! Is that foam? Or yarn? Grody!" You may think it's gross to inspect the droppings so closely, but I'm telling you, it can't be helped. It's like dissecting owl pellets...only, I'm not trying to reconstruct the skeleton of a mouse, I'm trying to piece together what exactly it is that my dogs do when I'm gone.