We have four dogs and none of them is exactly discreet about where they do their business in the yard. At one we had point two pugs and for some unknown reason they always went along the perimeter of the yard, so stepping in a “present” was a rare feat. Now it’s like dodging your way through a minefield. Anyway, this is about the only good thing I can say about the snowbanks that still line my driveway.
Remember when you were a kid and you loved it when it snowed, yet your parents usually dreaded the thought of having to clean up after a snowfall?
I originally wrote this strip over three years ago, but it would apply just as well if I wrote it yesterday. Sunday I was out in the yard throwing the baseball and softball with my son and daughter, Tuesday we’re shoveling out from a foot of snow. Winter is truly detestable.