tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226876762714358061.post641272826669766273..comments2023-08-14T10:23:04.082-04:00Comments on My Green vermont: Pooper Scooper Meditation*Eulalia Benejam Cobbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13247079657985430691noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226876762714358061.post-9681078613569508972010-03-12T17:47:52.270-05:002010-03-12T17:47:52.270-05:00Laurie, I don't know. With our sthree dogs, t...Laurie, I don't know. With our sthree dogs, the stuff build up so quickly that even a daily clean up might bother my close neighbors. But it would be fun to have you next door!<br /><br />Alison, sort of like chasing ping pong balls? I sometimes feel like I am on a nightmarish Easter egg hunt.Eulalia Benejam Cobbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13247079657985430691noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226876762714358061.post-25940449250430315852010-03-12T17:00:23.843-05:002010-03-12T17:00:23.843-05:00This afternoon I was walking Cricket around a near...This afternoon I was walking Cricket around a nearby elementary school, and she decided she wanted to walk up on a steep bank instead of on the street with me. Thinking it would be good for her ACL surgery recovery PT, thinking it was grand, I let her walk along all lopsided...and then she squatted to poop and...because she was on a steep bank every piece bounced as it hit the ground and rolled down the slope, all in different directions, so I was chasing balls of poop all over the place. Today's the first day I've ever laughed while picking up poop! Do you think she did it on purpose?Alisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04307743905610055226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226876762714358061.post-31468088223867460802010-03-12T15:14:20.355-05:002010-03-12T15:14:20.355-05:00i wish you lived next door to me rather than the p...i wish you lived next door to me rather than the people who do. (abigail's waste is building up again....)<br /><br />we clean up after our boys every day too. we live in a city. it's the polite thing to do.lauriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18055442432266567561noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226876762714358061.post-59408134101457444742010-03-12T08:57:56.953-05:002010-03-12T08:57:56.953-05:00Bridgett, yes, all living, loving, lovable beings ...Bridgett, yes, all living, loving, lovable beings come with poop. That's the price we have to pay for their adorableness.<br /><br />Dona, that bit about the litter and the Zen garden sand is worthy of a New Yorker cartoon.Eulalia Benejam Cobbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13247079657985430691noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226876762714358061.post-42422982226280934532010-03-12T07:33:36.814-05:002010-03-12T07:33:36.814-05:00I've mentioned to my family that the reason I ...I've mentioned to my family that the reason I don't really mind scooping the cat litter is because it is sort of Zen-like. Not only does it calm me (in a stinky sort of way) but the act of raking the scooper through the litter is a little like one of those sand Zen gardens.Dona (waxwing)http://dponline.org/weblognoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226876762714358061.post-47845569394576938582010-03-11T23:18:31.244-05:002010-03-11T23:18:31.244-05:00That task. That was my very least favorite task of...That task. That was my very least favorite task of all tasks I accomplish in my house, including cat litter. The grass and the poop and the crumbly bits and the piece I forgot and ugh. I do not miss it. But I kind of miss the dog that came with the task. Which is also sort of a Truth. We all come with unpleasant parts to go along with the good.Bridgetthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12843150280542615265noreply@blogger.com