Hehehee... let's crank it up a notch eh?

In the spring, with some snow still on the ground, I was comin down Walker Street in my truck. Walker tees onto my Street at Ches' driveway. Ches don't see too good, but I do. There's Ches on the doorstep with Snack on a long leash and Snack is across the driveway, across the sidewalk, and up on the bit of snow left on Mum's lawn, about 2M of lawn on that side of her house.

Now, Ches' house is smaller than Mum's. And he has a small Baby Barn, whereas Mum has a fair sized garage. So, Ches has a lot more lawn for Snack to crap on, but he prefers crapping on that 2m bit of Mum's lawn... I mean Ches, again, of course... I mean Ches prefers that Snack crap.... you know.

So, I filed that away until the snow was gone and the aroma of thawing dog shit was in the air. I waited until Ches and his bride were sitting out enjoying the spring air and got out a shovel and rake... I gathered up all the dog shit, under their watchful eyes, waltzed over to them and asked Ches where he wanted it. He got a garbage bag and apologized.

Now, I got a FAR crappier story... another post.