We have 3 big dogs.  They make lots of piles of poop.  My sweetie is supposed to help poop scoop, but it hardly ever happens.  I hardly ever poop scoop because I always have something else going on and it's not really the first thing on my mind. 

Yesterday, Noah went down for his nap so Sweetie and I were in the front yard giving our dog Chuy some much needed attention. A little CHUY background:  *the dog/cat/squirrel/bird/snake/possum/rabbit killer (for the record, all of the said creatures somehow got loose into our back yard, or got within jumping distance of this instictive hunter), he's also the daddy of Moby, husband of Gretta, he has separation anxiety but he is a sweet, bouncing off the walls Weimaraner.* 

 I was poop scooping in our fenced-in front yard of our small 2 bedroom 50 year old house.   After finishing the front, I asked Sweetie if he would pay a little bit more attention to Chuy while I went to the back and did some scooping, then I'd come and get him so he could do a lot more.  He agreed, and off I went happily, knowing we were sharing the duties, THIS TIME.

So I went to the back.  I've got to tell you about my back yard.   It's is much better over the past year, but let me tell ya, it reminded me of Sanford and Son when we first moved in!  LOL  I have old cars, trucks, an old compressor, a BIG old tractor, a "honey house" and more in my back yard.  All this stuff was my Grandad's, and it's been here ever since he passed.  We did have an old 50's Reo Speedwagon (old green truck my Grandad used to haul bee honey all over the country) but luckily that was moved a few months ago.  It was pretty cool though,  ever since I can remember, I've played in this back yard. 

It's pretty big back yard.  Lots and lots of piles of poop.  You got your white poop, God knows how long it's been there in the hot Texas sun to dry it out into LOGS of white pooped-ness.  Then you have your browns, and your blacks.  Some of it blended in so well with the ground it looked like it wanted to stay.  So I notice the sky is getting darker and some clouds are moving in, and sure enough it starts sprinkling.  It felt SO GOOD!!!  It had been extra hot yesterday, hard to breathe even; so the rain was like sweetness to my skin.

  About this time Sweetie came to me and I thought I was about to turn the tractor (lol ) over to him, but instead he asked me if I would get "mad" if he went and helped a neighbor help with something at the neighbor's grandpa's house a few blocks over.  So, keep in mind I am PMS-ING, and after asking him certain questions and getting the right answers (I know, females can be such biatches)  and I said, "well, NO, I'm not MAD, but I'll tell you, I was kind of excited that you were going to be poop scooping, because I have a VERY hard time trying to get you to do this."  So we said bye, and I continued my removal of the mountains of STINCH.

The rain continued to fall and it made me work even harder and faster, who wants RAIN SOAKED POOP to pick up?!   I decide I need to go in to check on Noah.  Shortly after I stepped in the back door, I heard him fussing to get up.  I quickly wash my hands and arms with anti-bacterial soap, strip down to my undies and get a wash rag and get the dirt off of my ankles, or wherever else I saw it, put on a clean t-shirt, which luckily was on the back of the computer chair and go get my baby boy.  I took him to my bed, and we layed down together.  I had the TV on the SIRIUS satellite mellow rock station.   It felts SO GOOD to lay down, and Noah wanted to go back to sleep, so I tried to get some sleep too.  It wasn't easy because I was coming down with a little head ache, and every time I heard a new song on the tv I JUST HAD TO lift and turn my head a little to see who it was.  I never knew I liked Bob Seger's "Night Moves" so much, or even some song from Paul Simon, among every other song that came on.  Also, the way Noah postioned his head into the pit of my arm, it was a moment people, one that just affirmed the unexplainable connection between mother and child.

Since it was raining pretty hard outside, I could hear Chuy crying and hollerin' in the front, that big freaking baby wouldn't SHUT UP!!  Sweeite should have been home by now, and I was getting a little frustrated that he wasn't there to try to shut Chuy up.  Even so, the music was relaxing, and hell, it was a rainy day so I finally fell asleep.  I wake up long enough to hear Sweetie talking real loud for a minute, but then that stopped.  Then I hear some loud banging up against the house in the back near our bedroom window.  I got up, stomped my jiggling ass to the back door, opened it and blurted out, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON OUT HERE??!!  I see Sweetie sitting in back with our neighbor who he had helped, they were smoking a cig, and he calmly responds that they were just looking at the braker box.  And my biatch-ass says, WELL, I AM TRYING TO SLEEP!!  And stomp off to the bedroom.  By that time, Noah had woken up, and I was in one of those "I just woke up and feel drugged, still have a lingering headache, leave me the hell alone" moods.  Sweetie came in and I realized he had eaten the last corny dog, which was for Noah, so I bitch some more.  My sweetie has so much patience, he just took my attitude, and he turned it completely around by doing something he NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER does........

HE WASHED THE DISHES!!  And put some up, and refilled the water jugs for the dogs, I was AMAZED! 

I love my Sweetie.  He's the best.  Ladies, have you ever just felt the bitchiness coming right out of you like it was being channeled, like it JUST HAD to come out....of course you have!  Sometimes it backfires, but it didn't yesterday!  Yay!! 

For the record, poop scooping is very relaxing.  It's a time to be outside, think and relfect upon life.